sawan aaya badal aaye, mere piya nahi aaye
chal du waha wo hai jaha, ab to raha nahi jaye
sawan aaya badal aaye, mere piya nahi aaye

suni gali suna aangan, suna suna hai mera man
suni rate sune hai din, suna suna sara jivan
kis se kahu ye suna pan, mohe se kaha nahi jaye
sawan aaya badal aaye, mere piya nahi aaye

khoyi khoyi aankhe meri, teri rahe dekhe har pal
bhola ye man mane nahi, laute na wo bita jo kal
til til jalu jaise diya, phir bhi bujha nahi jaye
sawan aaya badal aaye, mere piya nahi aaye
mere piya nahi aaye

The monsoon arrives, clouds weep their tears,
My beloved's absence, a weight of years.
Shall I seek where he dwells, though pathways end?
The monsoon arrives, my love, a distant friend.

Empty streets, an empty yard,
My heart, a barren landscape scarred.
Empty nights, empty days reside,
My life, an echo, nowhere to hide.
To whom can I voice this emptiness deep?
These woes, from my lips, can't leap.
The monsoon arrives, my love, asleep.

Lost are my eyes, they search his way,
Each moment, longing for yesterday.
This foolish heart, refusing to concede,
The past, it cannot, cannot intercede.
I burn like a lamp, inch by inch consumed,
Yet, extinguished, I am not entombed.
The monsoon arrives, my love, entombed.
My beloved, entombed.