kaari badariya maare lahariya mora jiyra uda jaaye re
kaari badariya maare lahariya mora jiyra uda jaaye re
dhire se chal ari bairi pavan mora gora badan khula jaaye re
haay raama mora jiyra uda jaaye

bhiga-bhiga mausam yah bhiga-bhiga mausam
ye din albele ye din albele
jiya nahi laage saavan me akele
jiya nahi laage saavan me akele
pi ki pukaar kare paapi papihaa
mere dil ko bedardi jalaaye re
kaari badariya maare lahariya mora jiyra uda jaaye re
haay raama mora jiyra uda jaaye

kali-kali bhanvaraa jo dolan laage
kali-kali bhanvaraa jo dolan laage
mithi-mithi pidaa karejavaa me jaage
mithi-mithi pidaa karejavaa me jaage
manavaa ko thaam yahi sochun mai raam
koyi mori nagariyaa bataaye re
kaari badariya maare lahariya mora jiyra uda jaaye re
haay raama mora jiyra uda jaaye

piya bin phiki re piya bin phiki
yah saj-dhaj mori, yah saj-dhaj mori
it-ut bhatake javaani nigodi
it-ut bhatake javaani nigodi
chadhati umar liye jaaye udhar jaha
raato ko nidiya na aaye re
kaari badariya maare lahariya mora jiyra uda jaaye re
dhire se chal ari bairi pavan mora gora badan khula jaaye re
haay raama mora jiyra uda jaaye

Dark clouds dance, a playful wave, my soul takes flight, it flees.
Dark clouds dance, a playful wave, my soul takes flight, it flees.
Move gently now, cruel wind, lest my fair skin be bare, exposed.
Oh, Rama, my soul takes flight.

This drenched season, this drenched season,
These whimsical days, these whimsical days,
My heart finds no solace in the monsoon's lone embrace,
My heart finds no solace in the monsoon's lone embrace.
The sinful cuckoo cries for its love,
Burning my heart, a cruel flame.
Dark clouds dance, a playful wave, my soul takes flight, it flees.
Oh, Rama, my soul takes flight.

As each bud trembles where the bee does roam,
As each bud trembles where the bee does roam,
A sweet ache awakens deep within my core.
A sweet ache awakens deep within my core.
I hold my mind, and here I ponder, Lord,
Will someone guide me home?
Dark clouds dance, a playful wave, my soul takes flight, it flees.
Oh, Rama, my soul takes flight.

Without my love, all fades, without my love,
This adornment of mine, this adornment of mine,
My wretched youth wanders aimlessly here and there.
My wretched youth wanders aimlessly here and there.
As this rising age pulls towards that place,
Where through the night, sleep will not come.
Dark clouds dance, a playful wave, my soul takes flight, it flees.
Move gently now, cruel wind, lest my fair skin be bare, exposed.
Oh, Rama, my soul takes flight.