ye mausam hai pyaar ka
rang khila hai bahaar ka
ye mausam hai pyaar ka
rang khila hai bahaar ka
ye haisn najaare karte hai ishaare
tu meri jaanam dil tujhe pukare

ye mausam hai pyaar ka
rang khila hai bahaar ka
ye mausam hai pyaar ka
rang khila hai bahaar ka
ye haisn najaare karte hai ishaare
tu hai mera dilbar dil tujhe pukare
ye mausam hai pyaar ka
rang khila hai bahaar ka

dekha hai jabse ye chehra tera
dilwana dil kah raha hai mera
pichha na chhodunga ab main tera
kabse kah rahi hai tu ha na ha

bhawra hai tu main hun najuk kali
teri tabiyat to hai manchali
chhedega mujhko to main to ye chali
lagta hai mujhko tu diwana

ye haisn najaare karte hai ishaare
tu hai mera dilbar dil tujhe pukare
ye mausam hai pyaar ka
rang khila hai bahaar ka

mitha mitha dard mere dil se utha
na jaane ye mujhko kya ho gaya
tujhko pata hai to ujhko bata
sath mera chhod ke naa jana

kar le bharosa mere pyar ka
tu shaq na kar mujh pe ae dilruba
tutega na pyar ka silsila
umar bhar karunga wafa jaaneja

ye haisn najaare karte hai ishaare
tu meri jaanam dil tujhe pukare
ye mausam hai pyaar ka
rang khila hai bahaar ka

ye mausam hai pyaar ka
rang khila hai bahaar ka
ye haisn najaare karte hai ishaare
tu hai mera dilbar dil tujhe pukare
ye mausam, ye mausam, hai pyaar ka, hai pyaar ka
rang khila hai, rang khila hai
bahaar ka, bahaar ka
ye mausam, ye mausam, hai pyaar ka, hai pyaar ka
rang khila hai, rang khila hai
bahaar ka, bahaar ka

The season of love has arrived,
Colors bloom in spring's bright stride.
The season of love has arrived,
Colors bloom in spring's bright stride.
These lovely sights, a silent plea,
My beloved, my heart calls to thee.

The season of love has arrived,
Colors bloom in spring's bright stride.
The season of love has arrived,
Colors bloom in spring's bright stride.
These lovely sights, a silent plea,
My darling, my heart calls to thee.
The season of love has arrived,
Colors bloom in spring's bright stride.

Since I have gazed upon your face,
My heart, now mad, proclaims its case.
I shall not leave your side, embrace,
When will you say, "Yes, I will grace"?

You are the bee, I a tender bud,
Your nature's playful, understood.
If you tease me, I shall flee, would,
It seems you're mad, as I have stood.

These lovely sights, a silent plea,
My darling, my heart calls to thee.
The season of love has arrived,
Colors bloom in spring's bright stride.

A sweet, sweet ache within me starts,
I know not what now fills my heart.
If you know, then please impart,
Do not leave me, never depart.

Trust in the love I hold for you,
Do not doubt me, my love, so true.
Our love's sweet chain will not break through,
Forever, I'll be true to you.

These lovely sights, a silent plea,
My beloved, my heart calls to thee.
The season of love has arrived,
Colors bloom in spring's bright stride.

The season of love has arrived,
Colors bloom in spring's bright stride.
These lovely sights, a silent plea,
My darling, my heart calls to thee.
The season, the season, of love, of love,
Colors bloom, colors bloom,
In spring, in spring.
The season, the season, of love, of love,
Colors bloom, colors bloom,
In spring, in spring.