abb ke sawan aise barse
beh jaye rang meri chunar se
bhige tan man jiyara tarse
jam ke barse jara
rut sawan ki ghata sawan ki
ghata sawan ki aise jamke barse

abb ke sawan aise barse
beh jaye rang meree chunar se
bhige tan man jiya na tarse
jam ke barse jara
ghdee barkha ki ladee bundo ki
ladee bundo ki tut ke yu barase
rut sawan ki ghata sawan ki
ghata sawan ki aise jamke barse

pehle pyar ki pehalee barkha
kaisee aas jagaye
baarish pine do mujhko
mann hara ho jaye
pyasee dharatee pyase arman
pyasa hai aasman
bhigne do har galee ko bhigne do jahan

abb ke sawan aise barse
beh jaye rang meree chunar se
bhige tan mann jiya na tarse
jam ke barse jara
rut sawan ki ghata sawan ki
ghata sawan ki aise jamke barse

laj badree ki bahar ke motee ban jhad jaye
bhig jaye sajna meraa laut ke ghar aaye
duriyo kaa nahi ye mausam aaj hai wo kaha
makhmali se ye phuhare ud rahee hai yaha
makhmali se ye phuhare ud rahee hai yaha

abb ke sawan aise barse
beh jaye rang meree chunar se
bhige tan mann jiya naa tarse
jam ke barse jara
rut sawan ki ghata sawan ki
ghata sawan ki aise jamke barse

jhadee barkha ki ladee bundo ki
ladee bundo ki tut ke yu barse
rut sawan ki ghata sawan ki
ghata sawan ki aise jamke barse
abb ke sawan aise barse
beh jaye rang meree chunar se
bhige tan mann jiya naa tarse
jam ke barse jara
rut sawan ki ghata sawan ki
ghata sawan ki aise jamke barse

jhadee barkha ki ladee bundo ki
jhadee barkha kiladee bundo ki
tut ke yu barse
ghadi barkhaa ki ladi bundo ki
ladi bundo ki tut ke yu barse

This monsoon, let it pour,
Washing colors from my shawl's core,
Soaking body, soul, no more to implore,
Let it pour, oh, let it pour.
The season of rain, the cloud of rain,
The cloud of rain, let it fiercely pour.

This monsoon, let it pour,
Washing colors from my shawl's core,
Soaking body, soul, no more to implore,
Let it pour, oh, let it pour.
The clock of rain, a string of drops,
A string of drops, breaking forth and pour.
The season of rain, the cloud of rain,
The cloud of rain, let it fiercely pour.

The first rain of first love,
What hopes it does ignite,
Let me drink the showers,
Let my heart turn light.
Thirsty earth, thirsty desires,
Thirsty is the sky,
Let every lane be drenched, let the world be dyed.

This monsoon, let it pour,
Washing colors from my shawl's core,
Soaking body, soul, no more to implore,
Let it pour, oh, let it pour.
The season of rain, the cloud of rain,
The cloud of rain, let it fiercely pour.

Shame of heartless spring, pearls of bloom, now shed,
Let my beloved be drenched, returning home instead.
Distance, it is not this season, where is he today?
Velvet mists, these sprays, they fly away,
Velvet mists, these sprays, they fly and play.

This monsoon, let it pour,
Washing colors from my shawl's core,
Soaking body, soul, no more to implore,
Let it pour, oh, let it pour.
The season of rain, the cloud of rain,
The cloud of rain, let it fiercely pour.

A deluge of rain, a string of drops,
A string of drops, breaking forth and pour.
The season of rain, the cloud of rain,
The cloud of rain, let it fiercely pour.
This monsoon, let it pour,
Washing colors from my shawl's core,
Soaking body, soul, no more to implore,
Let it pour, oh, let it pour.
The season of rain, the cloud of rain,
The cloud of rain, let it fiercely pour.

A deluge of rain, a string of drops,
A deluge of rain, a string of drops,
Breaking forth and pour.
The clock of rain, a string of drops,
A string of drops, breaking forth and pour.