aaa oo
baaghon me bahaar aayi, hothon pe pukar aayi
aaja aaja aaja, aaja meri rani
rut bekaraar aayi
rut bekaraar aayi, doli me sawaar aayi
aaja aaja aaja, aaja mere raja
baaghon me bahaar aayi, hothon pe pukar aayi
aaja aaja aaja, aaja meri rani

phoolon ki gali me aayin
bhanwaron ki toliyan, bhanwaron ki toliyan
diye se patanga khele aankh micholiyan
bole aisi boliyan ke pyaar jaaga, jag so gaya
rut bekaraar aayi, doli me sawaar aayi
aaja aaja aaja, aaja mere raja
baaghon me bahaar aayi

sapna to sapnon ki
baat hai pyaar me, baat hai pyaar me
neend nahin aati sainya, tere intzaar me
hoke bekaraar tujhe dhoondhun main, tu kahan kho gaya
baaghon me bahaar aayi, hothon pe pukar aayi
aaja aaja aaja, aaja meri rani
aaja mere raja

lambi lambi baate chheden
chhoti si raat me, chhoti si raat me
saari baate kaise hongi, ik mulaqaat me
ek hi baat me lo dekh lo, sawera ho gaya
baaghon me bahaar aayi, hothon pe pukar aayi
aaja aaja aaja, aaja meri raani
rut bekaraar aayi, doli me sawaar ayi
aaja aaja aaja, aaja mere raja
aaja meri rani, aaja mere raja

Oh, come now.

The gardens bloom, a whispered plea,
Upon the lips, a calling free.
Come, come, come, my queen, appear,
The restless season draws so near.
The restless season, takes its flight,
In a palanquin, bathed in light.
Come, come, come, my king, arise,
The gardens bloom beneath your eyes.
Come, come, come, my queen, arrive.

Through flower-strewn pathways, shadows creep,
A swarm of bees, their secrets to keep.
The moth and flame, a playful dance,
Their whispered words, a loving trance.
Such words they speak, love takes its hold,
The world asleep, a story told.
The restless season, takes its flight,
In a palanquin, bathed in light.
Come, come, come, my king, arise,
The gardens bloom beneath your eyes.
Come, come, come, my queen, arrive.

Dreams are but whispers on the breeze,
Of love's sweet pain, that never cease.
No sleep I find, my love, my dear,
Awaiting you, dispelling fear.
Restless I search, where have you gone?
Where did you vanish with the dawn?
The gardens bloom, a whispered plea,
Upon the lips, a calling free.
Come, come, come, my queen, appear.

Long conversations we begin,
Within the night, so small within.
How can we say, in fleeting grace,
All that we yearn, in this embrace?
In one sweet moment, dawn appears,
Dispelling shadows, drying tears.
The gardens bloom, a whispered plea,
Upon the lips, a calling free.
Come, come, come, my queen, appear.
The restless season, takes its flight,
In a palanquin, bathed in light.
Come, come, come, my king, arise,
My queen, arise, my king, in my eyes.
Come, come, come, my queen, arrive,
My king, arrive.