pawan jhkora sang mere gaye ke
gun gun gun gun gun gun hawa chale
pawan jhkora sang mere gaye ke
gun gun gun gun gun gun hawa chale
ude man bhavra gagan me jaye ke
gun gun gun gun gun gun hawa chale
pawan jhkora sang mere gaye ke
gun gun gun gun gun gun hawa chale
pawan jhkora

dhire se pukare jaise koi dhire se pukare jaise koi
bago me utare jaise koi matwala koi houle houle
aanchal khiche re aanchal khiche re
jhume tan mora lahar si aaye
ke gun gun gun gun gun gun hawa chale
ude man bhavra gagan me jaye ke
gun gun gun gun gun gun hawa chale
pawan jhkora sang mere gaye ke
gun gun gun gun gun gun hawa chale
pawan jhkora

With gusts of wind, it sings along,
Humming, humming, the breezes throng.
With gusts of wind, it sings with me,
Humming, humming, wild and free.
My mind, a bee, to heavens flies,
Humming, humming, to the skies.
With gusts of wind, it sings along,
Humming, humming, the breezes throng.
The wind, it sighs.

Soft whispers, like a lover's call,
Like whispers that begin to fall,
In gardens, drunk with gentle grace,
A tender touch upon my face.
My veil it lifts, my spirit sways,
Like waves that crash in sunlit days,
Humming, humming, the breezes throng.
With gusts of wind, it sings along,
Humming, humming, the breezes throng.
My mind, a bee, to heavens flies,
Humming, humming, to the skies.
The wind, it sighs.