pawan basanti bahne lagi man madhuban se kahne lagi
pawan basanti bahne lagi man madhuban se kahne lagi
khushbu churaye mahake nazare
pyar ka mausam layi bahar pawan basanti bahne lagi
man madhuban se kahne lagi
khushbu churaye mahake nazare
pyar ka mausam layi bahar pawan basanti bahne lagi
man madhuban se kahne lagi

kaliyo ke tarano pe bhanwre gungunate hai
pyasi sans ki vina ke sur ko chhed jate hai
kaliyo ke tarano pe bhanwre gungunate hai
pyasi sans ki vina ke sur ko chhed jate hai
koyal git gati hai duniya ko sunati hai
khoyi dhadkano me prit ki sargam jagati hai
ujde chaman me aaj nahi kal sath khilenge phul hajar
pawan basanti bahne lagi man madhuban se kahne lagi
khushbu churaye mahake nazare
pyar ka mausam layi bahar
o pawan basanti bahne lagi man madhuban se kahne lagi

naino ke kharondo me sapno ka basera hai
gam ki rat ke pichhe ummido ka sawera hai
naino ke kharondo me sapno ka basera hai
gam ki rat ke pichhe ummido ka sawera hai

andar ke parinde to pinjara tod jate hai
khushiyo ke darkhsto se wo nata jod jate hai
jaldi milegi manjil teri aise na rahi himmat har
pawan basanti bahne lagi man madhuban se kahne lagi
khushbu churaye mahake nazare
pyar ka mausam layi bahar
pawan basanti bahne lagi man madhuban se kahne lagi

The vernal wind now whispers low,
To the heart's sweet forest, soft it flows.
Stealing scents, the vistas bloom,
Love's season dawns, dispelling gloom.
The vernal wind now whispers low,
To the heart's sweet forest, soft it flows.

On buds' soft songs, the black bees hum,
Quenching thirst, the senses come.
On buds' soft songs, the black bees hum,
Quenching thirst, the senses come.
The cuckoo sings, for all to hear,
Awakening love, dispelling fear.
In ruins now, new flowers will rise,
A thousand blooms before our eyes.
The vernal wind now whispers low,
To the heart's sweet forest, soft it flows.
Stealing scents, the vistas bloom,
Love's season dawns, dispelling gloom.
The vernal wind now whispers low,
To the heart's sweet forest, soft it flows.

In tear-soaked eyes, dreams softly dwell,
Beyond the night, a dawn foretell.
In tear-soaked eyes, dreams softly dwell,
Beyond the night, a dawn foretell.

The heart's own birds will break their chains,
To joy's sweet trees, they'll weave their strains.
Soon, you'll reach your promised land,
Do not despair, dear pilgrim, stand.
The vernal wind now whispers low,
To the heart's sweet forest, soft it flows.
Stealing scents, the vistas bloom,
Love's season dawns, dispelling gloom.
The vernal wind now whispers low,
To the heart's sweet forest, soft it flows.