rim-jhim gire saavan, sulag sulag jaae man
bhige aaj is mausam me, lagi kaisi ye agan
rim-jhim gire saavan

jab ghugharuo si bajati hai bude,
aramaan hamaare palake na mude
kaise dekhe sapane nayan, sulag sulag jaae man
bhige aaj is mausam me, lagi kaisi ye agan
rim-jhim gire saavan

mahafil me kaise kah de kisi se,
dil badh rahaa hai kis ajanabi se
haay kare ab kyaa jatan, sulag sulag jaae man
bhige aaj is mausam me, lagi kaisi ye agan
rim-jhim gire saavan

Drizzle descends in monsoon's grace,
My soul, it smolders, finds no ease.
Drenched am I in this season's embrace,
What fire ignites, among the trees?
Drizzle descends in monsoon's grace,
My soul, it smolders, finds no ease.
Drenched am I in this season's embrace,
What fire ignites, among the trees?

When raindrops chime, like anklets' sound,
My hopes, they linger, eyelids unbound.
How can I dream, with eyes so wet?
My soul, it smolders, I can't forget.
Drenched am I in this season's embrace,
What fire ignites, among the trees?
Drizzle descends in monsoon's grace,
My soul, it smolders, finds no ease.
Drenched am I in this season's embrace,
What fire ignites, among the trees?

How to confess, in this throng's sway,
My heart is bound, to one unknown, today?
Oh, what to do, what to impart?
My soul, it smolders, tears my heart.
Drenched am I in this season's embrace,
What fire ignites, among the trees?
Drizzle descends in monsoon's grace,
My soul, it smolders, finds no ease.
Drenched am I in this season's embrace,
What fire ignites, among the trees?

Before, the clouds, they wept like this,
Before, my veil, felt summer's kiss.
But why this year, my love, this ache?
My soul, it smolders, starts to break.
Drenched am I in this season's embrace,
What fire ignites, among the trees?
Drizzle descends in monsoon's grace,
My soul, it smolders, finds no ease.
Drenched am I in this season's embrace,
What fire ignites, among the trees?

This time, the monsoon burns so deep,
This time, the weather whispers sleep.
What magic draught, the breezes blew?
My soul, it smolders, through and through.
Drenched am I in this season's embrace,
What fire ignites, among the trees?
Drizzle descends in monsoon's grace,
My soul, it smolders, finds no ease.
Drenched am I in this season's embrace,
What fire ignites, among the trees?

Drizzle descends in monsoon's grace,
My soul, it smolders, finds no ease.
Drenched am I in this season's embrace,
What fire ignites, among the trees?
Drizzle descends in monsoon's grace,
My soul, it smolders, finds no ease.
Drenched am I in this season's embrace,
What fire ignites, among the trees?