adi ve adi lagi sawan ki jhadi
ho adi ve adi lagi sawan ki jhadi
tujhe kaam ki padi fariyad mai karu
adi ve adi lagi sawan ki jhadi
tujhe kaam ki padi fariyad mai karu
mere pyar se nahi re teri naukri padi
tere samne khadi tujhe yaad mai karu
adi ve adi lagi sawan ki jhadi
tujhe kaam ki padi fariyad mai karu

teri kasam mai tujhe tang na karti
teri kasam mai tujhe tang na karti
are aisa majak tere sang na karti
aisa tera haal tera rang na karti
aaj magar mai apni jid pe adi
adi ve adi lagi sawan ki jhadi
ho adi ve adi lagi sawan ki jhadi
tujhe kaam ki padi fariyad mai karu

yaad hai tune jis din ye dil liya tha
yaad hai tune jis din ye dil liya tha
pyar ka us din tumne naam liya tha
aanko se tune koi vaada kiya tha
har haal is se aage baat na badi
adi ve adi lagi sawan ki jhadi
ho adi ve adi lagi sawan ki jhadi
tujhe kaam ki padi fariyad mai karu

kitni dino pe aaya din mulakat ka din mulakat ka
aag lagaye ye mausam barsat ka
matlab na samjhe haye
meri kisi baat ka kaise anari se ankh ladi

adi ve adi lagi sawan ki jhadi
ho adi ve adi lagi sawan ki jhadi
tujhe kaam ki padi fariyad mai karu
mere pyar se nahi re teri naukri padi
tere samne khadi tujhe yaad mai karu
adi ve adi lagi sawan ki jhadi
ho adi ve adi lagi sawan ki jhadi
tujhe kaam ki padi fariyad mai karu

The storm of Sawan, it clings, it clings,
Oh, the storm of Sawan, it clings.
Your work calls, a plea I make,
The storm of Sawan, it clings.
Your work calls, a plea I make,
Not your job, but my love you forsake,
I stand before you, your memory I take.
The storm of Sawan, it clings,
Your work calls, a plea I make.

By your oath, I wouldn't torment,
By your oath, I wouldn't torment,
Such games with you, I wouldn't invent,
Such a plight, your hue, I wouldn't present,
Yet today, to my will, I’m bent.
The storm of Sawan, it clings, it clings,
Oh, the storm of Sawan, it clings.
Your work calls, a plea I make.

Do you recall the day you took my heart?
Do you recall the day you took my heart?
On that day, you embraced love's art,
From your eyes, a promise did depart,
But beyond this, no further start.
The storm of Sawan, it clings, it clings,
Oh, the storm of Sawan, it clings.
Your work calls, a plea I make.

How many days till our meeting's sun,
How many days, our meeting's done?
This rainy season, it lights the gun,
You grasp not a word, what have I begun,
How did my eyes meet such an un?

The storm of Sawan, it clings, it clings,
Oh, the storm of Sawan, it clings.
Your work calls, a plea I make,
Not your job, but my love you forsake,
I stand before you, your memory I take.
The storm of Sawan, it clings, it clings,
Oh, the storm of Sawan, it clings.
Your work calls, a plea I make.