phool chun le
phool chun le mere balam
ke jane kab daal jhuke
jane kab aave
jane kab aave ye mousam
phool chun le mere balam
ke jane kab daal jhuke
jane kab aave
jane kab aave ye mousam

jaise gaal kisi gori ke
aise khile gulab ho
suraj ki chanchal kirno ki
niyat hui kharab
suraj ki chanchal kirno ki
niyat hui kharab
chaalte hai, chaalte hai tir humdum
ke jane kab daal jhuke
jane kab aave
jane kab aave ye mousam

raat ke tare phulwa ban gaye
sapno ke karan
ped se lipti bele sukhe
kon hai tere sang ho
ped se lipti bele sukhe
kon hai tere sang ho
gaave koyal
gaave koyal taan sang sang
ke jane kab daal jhuke
jane kab aave
jane kab aave ye mousam
phool chun le mere balam
ke jane kab daal jhuke
jane kab aave
jane kab aave ye mousam

Gather the blooms,
gather them, my love,
for who knows when the bough will bend,
when the season arrives,
when the season arrives?

Gather the blooms, my love,
for who knows when the bough will bend,
when the season arrives,
when the season arrives?

Like the blush on a fair maiden's cheek,
the roses bloom,
in the sun's playful rays,
intentions go astray.
in the sun's playful rays,
intentions go astray.
We go on, we go on, moment by moment,
for who knows when the bough will bend,
when the season arrives,
when the season arrives?

Night's stars have become flowers,
born of dreams,
the vine clinging to the tree withers,
who is with you?
the vine clinging to the tree withers,
who is with you?
The cuckoo sings,
the cuckoo sings a song together,
for who knows when the bough will bend,
when the season arrives,
when the season arrives?

Gather the blooms, my love,
for who knows when the bough will bend,
when the season arrives,
when the season arrives?