sawan ki pari chup chup hai khadi
sawan ki pari chup chup hai khadi
bhigi julfe khuli hai shok nazre jhuki hai
in adayo pe batayo pyar aaye ki na aaye
sawan ki pari chup chup hai khadi
sawan ki pari chup chup hai khadi
bhigi julfe khuli hai shok nazre jhuki hai
in adayo pe batayo pyar aaye ki na aaye
sawan ki pari chup chup hai khadi

bhige badan pe bhiga aanchal simta hua hai uf touba
jaise gangan pe chand sa badal lipta hua hai uf touba
uth ke lehra ke chalna banke nagan machlna
in adayo pe batayo pyar aaye ki na aaye
sawan ki pari chup chup hai khadi
aa aa la la la la
mujhko akeli jaan ke barkha aaj satayi hay alallh
jab jab chmke bijli ghta main dil dar jayi hay alallh
uske koi diwana chhere dil ka fsana easi baato
pe batao jaan jaaye ki na jaye
sawan ki pari chup chup hai khdi

pani ki bunde galo ko chume julfe se khele mast hawa
maine jara si baat kahi to ruth gayi kyu jaane wafa
pyar dil mai chhupana jhutha gusaa dikhana
in adayo pe batayo pyar aaye ki na aaye
sawan ki pari chup chup hai khadi
bhigi julfe khuli hai shok nazre jhuki hai
in adayo pe batayo pyar aaye ki na aaye
sawan ki pari chup chup hai khadi
sawan ki pari chup chup hai khadi
bhigi julfe khuli hai shok nazre jhuki hai
in adayo pe batayo pyar aaye ki na aaye
sawan ki pari chup chup hai khadi

The monsoon nymph, silent, stands,
The monsoon nymph, silent, stands.
Damp tresses unfurl, eyes, coy, cast down,
Tell me, from such grace, does love come, or not?
The monsoon nymph, silent, stands.
The monsoon nymph, silent, stands.

Upon wet skin, a soaked veil, drawn tight, alas!
As on the heavens, clouds embrace the moon, alas!
To rise and sway, to move like a serpent, to writhe,
Tell me, from such grace, does love come, or not?
The monsoon nymph, silent, stands.
Aa aa la la la la…
Alone, she knows the rain torments, alas!
As lightning flashes, as thunder rumbles, my heart fears, alas!
If a lover now, should tease, the heart’s tale to weave,
Tell me, from such words, does life depart, or not?
The monsoon nymph, silent, stands.

The drops of water kiss her cheeks, the wind plays in her hair,
I spoke a word, and she is angered, why, my love, oh why?
To hide love within, to feign a false ire,
Tell me, from such grace, does love come, or not?
The monsoon nymph, silent, stands.
Damp tresses unfurl, eyes, coy, cast down,
Tell me, from such grace, does love come, or not?
The monsoon nymph, silent, stands.
The monsoon nymph, silent, stands.
Damp tresses unfurl, eyes, coy, cast down,
Tell me, from such grace, does love come, or not?
The monsoon nymph, silent, stands.