piya tora kaisa abhiman
piya tora kaisa abhiman
saghan sawan layi kadam bahar
mathura se doli laye charo kaha

saghan sawan layi kadam bahar
mathura se doli laye charo kaha
nahi aaye, nahi aaye
keshriya balama hamar
angana bada sunsan
piya tora
piya tora kaisa abhiman

apne nayan se nir bahaye
apni jamuna khudh aap hi banave
apne nayan se nir bahaye
apni jamuna khudh aap hi banave
lakh bar usme hi nahaye
pura na ho yi asnan
pura na ho yi asnan
sukhe kesh, rukhe bhesh manva bejan
piya tora, piya tora
piya tora kaisa abhiman
piya tora kaisa abhiman

bol sakhi kaahe kari saajo singar
na pahinab aabhushan na kaanchan haar
bol sakhi kahe kari sajo singar
na pahinab aabhushan na kaanchan haar
khali chandhan laga ang ma hamar
chandan garal saman
piya tora
piya tora kaisa abhiman
piya tora kaisa abhiman
abhiman kaisa abhiman

Your pride, oh Beloved, what is this pride?
Dense monsoon brings forth the Kadamba bloom,
From Mathura, they bring the palanquin, four said.

Dense monsoon brings forth the Kadamba bloom,
From Mathura, they bring the palanquin, four said.
He has not come, has not come,
My saffron-turbaned Beloved.
The courtyard, so desolate,
Your pride, oh Beloved,
Your pride, what is this pride?

From my own eyes, tears I release,
Creating my own Yamuna, for myself,
From my own eyes, tears I release,
Creating my own Yamuna, for myself.
A thousand times, I bathe within,
Yet, this immersion is incomplete.
This immersion is incomplete.
Dry hair, a weary guise, the heart lifeless,
Your pride, oh Beloved, your pride,
Your pride, what is this pride?
Your pride, what is this pride?

Tell me, friend, why adornment, why the embellishment?
I will not wear jewels, nor golden necklaces.
Tell me, friend, why adornment, why the embellishment?
I will not wear jewels, nor golden necklaces.
Just apply sandalwood to my body,
Sandalwood, like poison.
Your pride, oh Beloved,
Your pride, what is this pride?
Your pride, what is this pride?
Pride, what is this pride?