aayi saawan ki rut matwali
aayi saawan ki rut matwali
kuhu ke koyaliya, ambuaa ki daali
nanhi nanhi bunde aayi, saawan ki suhani
garjat hain kali ghata, barsat hain pani
aayi saawan ki rut matwali aayi

purab se badarva ghir-ghir ke aaye
mast pavan mohe jhula jhulaye
purab se badarva ghir-ghir ke aaye
mast pavan mohe jhula jhulaye
barkha me bhige mori chadhti jawani
aayi saawan ki rut matwali
aayi saawan ki rut matwali aayi

jiyara me halchal hain, rangin najare
jiyara me halchal hain, rangin najare
paapi papiha pi pi pukare
pi pi piukare
aayi hai rut mohe karne diwani
aayi saawan ki rut matwali
aayi saawan ki rut matwali
kuhu ke koyaliya, ambuaa ki daali
nanhi nanhi bunde aayi, saawan ki suhani
garjat hain kali ghata, barsat hain pani
aayi saawan ki rut matwali aayi

The monsoon's madness arrives, a lover's plea,
The monsoon's madness arrives, wild and free.
Koel's call in the mango's embrace,
Tiny droplets fall, a sweet, soft grace.
Dark clouds rumble, the heavens weep,
The monsoon's madness arrives, promises to keep.

From the East, the clouds gather, they descend,
A playful wind, my senses suspend.
From the East, the clouds gather, they descend,
A playful wind, my senses suspend.
In the rain, my youthful fire, it thrives,
The monsoon's madness arrives, where the soul survives.
The monsoon's madness arrives, it thrives.

My heart stirred, vibrant scenes unfold,
My heart stirred, vibrant scenes unfold,
The cuckoo's cry, a story told.
A lover's cry,
Comes the season to drive me insane,
The monsoon's madness arrives, again,
The monsoon's madness arrives again,
Koel's call in the mango's embrace,
Tiny droplets fall, a sweet, soft grace.
Dark clouds rumble, the heavens weep,
The monsoon's madness arrives, promises to keep.