suno suno, suno ye kya kahta hai mausam
laharo per ye hawa ki sargam
yahi ki mausam hua jawaa hai
aaya milan ka madhur samaa hai, suno suno

kyu in anjani raaho par
bhatke raahi aan mile hai
kyu sawan ne li angdayi
kyu jivan me phul khile hai
suno suno, suno ye badal kyu jhuk aaya
kyu dharti ka mukh sharmaya
kyunki ye mausam hua jawa hai
aaya milan ka madhur samaa hai, suno suno

aankho ki jholi me bhar lu
mai barkha ke nirmal moti
aur saja du unme tumko
jinki mere nayan me jyoti
suno suno, suno ye man ki manmani kyu
aaj huyi mai diwani kyu
kyunki ye mausam hua jawa hai
aaya milan ka madhur samaa hai, suno suno

Hark, listen, what the season whispers low,
A melody the wind upon the waves does sow.
For now the season blooms, a vibrant youth,
And love's sweet tryst unfolds, a tender truth.
Hark, listen.

Why on paths unknown do wanderers meet,
Why does the monsoon sigh, bittersweet?
Why blooms a garden where life's colors gleam?
Hark, listen, why do clouds in reverence lean,
And why does earth blush shyly, soft and deep?
Because the season wakes from ancient sleep,
And love's sweet tryst enfolds, where souls convene.
Hark, listen.

Into the eyes, a basket I shall weave,
With rain's pure pearls, the solace to receive.
And in those gems, I'll place your radiant grace,
Whose light my very sight does softly embrace.
Hark, listen, why does the heart now decree?
Why have I become a wild devotee?
Because the season blooms, a vibrant youth,
And love's sweet tryst unfolds, a tender truth.
Hark, listen.