ghanan-ghanan ghir ghir aaye badara
ghan ghanaghor kaare chhaaye badara
dhamak-dhamak gunje badaraa ke dake
chamak-chamak dekho bijuriya chamake
man dhadakaye badarava, man dhadakaye badarava
man man dhadakaye badarava
kaale megha kaale megha paani to barasa o
kaale meghaa kaale meghaa paani to barasa o
bijuri ki talavar nahi bundo ke baan chalao

meghaa chhaaye barakha laaye, ghir-ghir aaye ghir ke aaye
kahe ye man machal-machal, na yun chal sambhal-sambhal
gaye din badal tu ghar se nikal, barasane vaala hai amarat jal
duvidha ke din bit gaye bhaiyaa malhaar sunao
ghanan ghanan ghir ghir aaye badara
ghan ghanaghor kaare chhaaye badara
dhamak-dhamak gunje badaraa ke dake
chamak-chamak dekho bijuriya chamake
man dhadakaye badarava, man dhadakaye badarava
man man dhadakaye badarava

ras agar barasega kaun phir tarasega
koyaliya ayegi baithegi mundero par
jo pachhi gaayege naye din aayege
ujaale muskuraa dege adhero par
prem ki barakhaa me bhige-bhige tanaman
dharati pe dekhege paani kaa darapan
jaio tum jaha-jaha dekhio vaha vaha
yahi ik samaan ki dharati yaha
hai pahane saat rago ki chunariya
ghanan ghanan ghir ghir aaye badara
ghan ghanaghor kaare chhaaye badara
dhamak dhamak gunje badaraa ke dake
chamak chamak dekho bijuriya chamake
man dhadakaaye badaravaa, man dhadakaaye badaravaa
man man dhadakaaye badaravaa

pedo par jhule daalo aur unchi peg badhao
kaale meghaa kaale meghaa paani to barasao
kaale meghaa kaale meghaa paani to barasao
bijuri ki talavar nahi bundo ke baan chalao
aai hai rut matavaali bichhaane hariyaali
ye apne sang me laai hai saavan ko
ye bijuri ki paayal ye baadal kaa aanchal
sajaane laai hai dharati ki dulhan ko
daali daali pahanegi phulo ke kagan
sukh ab barasega aangan aangan
khilegi ab kali kali,hansegi ab galigali
havaa jo chali to rut lagi bhali
jalaa de jo tan man vo dhup dhali
kaale meghaa kaale meghaa paani to barasao,paani to barasao
bijuri ki talavaar nahi bundo ke baan chalaao, bundo ke baan chalaao
ghanan-ghanan ghir ghir aaye badara
ghan ghanaghor kaare chhaaye badara
dhamak-dhamak gunje badaraa ke dake
chamak-chamak dekho bijuriya chamake

Clouds gather, gather and loom,
Dark, thunderous clouds consume.
Drums of the storm resound and boom,
Lightning's flash, a sudden bloom.
The heart does race, the heart does race,
The heart, it finds its hurried pace.

Dark clouds, dark clouds, rain you must bestow,
Dark clouds, dark clouds, let the waters flow,
Not swords of fire, but arrows of rain, let them go.

Clouds arrive, bringing forth the showers,
They arrive, and gather in these hours.
The heart implores, "Don't falter now,
Leave your home, your burdened brow.
Days of doubt, they fade away,
Sing the melodies of a brighter day!"
Clouds gather, gather and loom,
Dark, thunderous clouds consume.
Drums of the storm resound and boom,
Lightning's flash, a sudden bloom.
The heart does race, the heart does race,
The heart, it finds its hurried pace.

If the nectar falls, then who will thirst?
The cuckoo sings, upon the roofs she's burst.
The birds will sing, a new day's begun,
Light will smile where shadows have won.
In the rain of love, the body and soul are wet,
Upon the earth, water's mirror is met.
Go where you will, see where you may roam,
This one earth is the same for every home.
It wears a shawl of seven hues,
Clouds gather, gather and loom,
Dark, thunderous clouds consume.
Drums of the storm resound and boom,
Lightning's flash, a sudden bloom.
The heart does race, the heart does race,
The heart, it finds its hurried pace.

Swing on the trees, and raise the swing's high flight,
Dark clouds, dark clouds, rain with all your might.
Dark clouds, dark clouds, rain, let it ignite,
Not swords of fire, but arrows of rain, take flight.
A season of joy arrives, spreading green grace,
Bringing with it the monsoon's embrace.
The lightning's anklets, the clouds' dark shawl,
To adorn the earth, the bride of all.
Each branch will wear bracelets of flower's art,
Happiness will flood, embrace the heart.
Buds will bloom, street by street a smile,
As the wind takes flight, the season's worthwhile.
The sun that burns, that body and soul did sear,
Now fades away, no longer here.
Dark clouds, dark clouds, rain you must bestow,
Rain you must bestow, let the waters flow,
Not swords of fire, but arrows of rain, let them go,
Arrows of rain, let it go.
Clouds gather, gather and loom,
Dark, thunderous clouds consume.
Drums of the storm resound and boom,
Lightning's flash, a sudden bloom.