o varsha ke pahle baadal, mera sandesha le jana
o varsha ke pahle baadal, mera sandesha le jana
asuvan ki bundan baras kar
asuvan ki bundan baras kar
alka nagri me tum jakar, khabar meri pahunchana
o varsha ke pahle baadal, mera sandesha le jana

maal bhumi aur amarkut se
vindhyachal, narmada ko jana
vidsha nagri aur dewaasan hokar aage panv badhana
aag virah ki jaha bhi pana
aag virah ki jaha bhi pana
baras baras kar use bujhana
o varsha ke pahle baadal, mera sandesha le jana

dekh andhera, dekh andhera
piya milan ko chalegi chhup kar koi gori
path me tum bijli chamka kar, khol na dena
khol na dena, khol na dena uski chori
birhan ko tum jaha bhi pana, use kahi na jalana
o varsha ke pahle baadal, mera sandesha le jana

ujjaini me mahakal ka, mandir jab tum paao
pujariyo ka naach dekh kar
pujariyo ka naach dekh kar apna man bahlao

par tum unke ang dhang ko dekh atak na jao
par tum unke ang dhang ko dekh atak na jao
shimla me, na chambal me, na kurushetra me rukna
dangal me, na ganga ki lahro ko chumne jhukna
atal himalay ke chadhte, phir yu mudna kailash ki or
jyun chanda ko dekhle pyare
gagan ko jhume jaye chakor
alka me phir jhume uthe tum
mera sandesha sunana
o varsha ke pahle baadal, mera sandesha le jana

O clouds, harbingers of rain, bear my message,
O clouds, harbingers of rain, bear my message.
With tears of longing, cascading down,
With tears of longing, cascading down,
To Alkapuri, make your journey, deliver my news.
O clouds, harbingers of rain, bear my message.

From Malva's plains and Amarkut's embrace,
Across Vindhyachal, to Narmada's flow you trace.
Through Vidisha and Devason, onward you stride,
Where the fire of separation burns so wide,
Where the fire of separation burns so wide,
Quench it with your downpour, far and wide.
O clouds, harbingers of rain, bear my message.

Should you find darkness, a lover's clandestine meeting,
A maiden, yearning for her beloved's greeting,
In her secret tryst, do not betray,
Do not reveal her hidden way,
Do not reveal, do not reveal, her secret play.
Where a heartbroken soul you find, do not cause her pain,
O clouds, harbingers of rain, bear my message.

In Ujjain, where Mahakal's temple stands tall,
Witness the priests' dance, and let your spirit enthrall,
But do not linger, lost in their display,
But do not linger, lost in their display.
In Shimla, nor Chambal, nor Kurukshetra's ground,
In the wrestling, nor the Ganges' waves profound.
Ascend the unyielding Himalayas' peak,
Then turn toward Kailash, your true goal to seek.
As the moon, the beloved of the night,
As the sky, the love of the chakor's sight,
To Alkapuri again, you dance and sway,
And my message, let fall and stay,
O clouds, harbingers of rain, bear my message.