barsan lagi sawan bundiya raja
tore bin lage na mora jiya
barsan lagi sawan bundiya raja
tore bina lage na mora jiya

mera bhi tum nam na lena unse jakar ye kah dena
aana mere gaav me pipal ki chaw me
aana mere gaav me pipal ki chaw me
aana mere gaav me pipal ki chaw me
aana mere gaav me pipal ki chaw me

jo bhi aan gaya chehra tan gaya
jo bhi aan gaya chehra tan gaya
sanu barsan
sanu barsan sawan bundiya raja
jiya jiya

jogiya ni gaya tera pani gaya
jogiya ni gaya tera pani gaya
sanu barsan
sanu barsan
aana mere gaav me pipal ki chaw me
aana mere gaav me pipal ki chaw me
aana mere gaav me pipal ki chaw me
aana mere gaav me pipal ki chaw me

The monsoon weeps, a kingly tear,
Without you, my heart is held in fear.
The monsoon weeps, a kingly tear,
Without you, my heart is held in fear.

Do not speak my name, should they inquire,
But whisper this, fueled by a soul's fire:
Come to my village, 'neath the peepal tree,
Come to my village, where you'll find me.
Come to my village, 'neath the peepal tree,
Come to my village, where you'll find me.

Whoever comes, with a face so bold,
Whoever comes, a story to be told.
The monsoon weeps,
The monsoon weeps, a kingly tear,
My heart, my heart.

The yogi's gone, your water flows away,
The yogi's gone, your water flows away,
The monsoon weeps,
The monsoon weeps.
Come to my village, 'neath the peepal tree,
Come to my village, where you'll find me.
Come to my village, 'neath the peepal tree,
Come to my village, where you'll find me.