purvaiya ke jhoke aaye
purvaiya ke jhoke aaye, chandan ban ki mahak bhi laye
dur vo nindya rani muskaye
mund lo naina to naino me aa jaye
purvaiya ke jhoke aaye

nind ki dulhan badi sharmili, ujiyare me na aaye
koi jo toke koi kuchh bole to raste pe mud jaye
dip bujha do to pal bhar me aa jaye
mund lo naina to naino me aa jaye
purvaiya ke jhoke aaye

nind ki chinta le ke jo jage usao nind na aaye
phul sa manva le ke jo soye usko hi nind sulaye
chhod do chinta to pal bhar me aa jaye
mund lo naina to naino me aa jaye
purvaiya ke jhoke aaye, chandan ban ki mahak bhi laye
mund lo naina to naino me aa jaye

The East Wind whispers, a sandalwood scent it weaves,
Bringing forth a distant Queen, who smiles and believes.
Close your eyes, and in their depths, she appears,
The East Wind whispers, drying away your tears.

Sleep, a shy bride, shuns the sun's bright gaze,
Whispers and voices turn her from her dazed,
Put out the lamp, and in a moment, she's near,
Close your eyes, and in their depths, she's held dear.

He who worries of sleep, finds no solace in its keep,
But a heart like a flower, finds slumber soft and deep.
Release your cares, and in a breath, she'll descend,
Close your eyes, and in their depths, you'll transcend.
The East Wind whispers, a sandalwood scent it weaves,
Close your eyes, and in their depths, she believes.