aai aai basanti bela aa aa aa
aai aai basanti bela
laga re laga fulo ka ban ban mela
magan mann jhum raha
jhum raha, jhum raha, jhum raha

aaj anand ka bahar rela
ke gungun gaye bhanwar albela
kali kaa mukh chum raha aayi aayi
jhum raha, jhum raha, jhum raha
aayi aayi
nache kaliya nache ghunghat nikal

pile pipal ki daal deve patto ki tal
aaj koyi nahi hai akela
milan ki bela lagan ka mela
magan mann jhum raha aayi aayi
jhum raha, jhum raha, jhum raha

jhana naa naa naa chhum
chhana naa naa naa baje
pag pag pag pag painjaniyan
albeli nar sajake singar
anchara sanbhal aayi pee ke dwar
naino me laj adharo me pyar
mann me ha ha mukh naa naa naa naa naa naa
chhum chhanana
jhana naa naa naa baje
pag pag pag pag painjaniyan
jhana naa naa naa chhum
chhana naa naa naa baje
pag pag pag pag painjaniyan

kahee baje mridang kahee baje re jang
kahee pichakari pichakari chhute re rang
aaj rangili rango kaa mela

milan ki bela lagan kaa mela
magan mann jhum raha, jhum raha, jhum raha
aai aai basanti bela

The spring's arrival, a beckoning call,
The spring's arrival, answering all.
A forest of blossoms, a festival bright,
And joy's embrace in the heart's delight.
It sways, it sways, it sways.

A tide of bliss, a river of glee,
As the bumblebee hums a melody.
Kissing the buds, as the spring unfurls,
It sways, it sways, it sways.
The spring arrives,
Where petals dance, veils softly drawn.

The yellowing leaves of the sacred tree,
Beat time in a rhythm, wild and free.
Today, no one walks this path alone,
In union's hour, a love is known.
It sways, it sways, it sways.

*

Drums of the soul, echoing clear,
Footsteps of bells, drawing near.
The beloved adorned, their beauty untold,
Their veil embraced, a story to unfold.
Eyes alight, lips that gently meet,
In the heart's laughter, a rhythm so sweet.
*
Drums of the soul, echoing clear,
Footsteps of bells, drawing near.
*
Drums of the soul, echoing clear,
Footsteps of bells, drawing near.

The drum beats, the cymbals sing,
And colors of joy on the breezes swing.
A festival of hues, a vibrant road,
In union's hour, a love bestowed.
It sways, it sways, it sways.
The spring's arrival.