san sanan san sanan dole pavan
chhan chhanan chhan chhanan nache re man
ho rut ne jo bansi bajai
hua re jiya magan
san sanan san sanan dole pavan
chhan chhanan chhan chhanan nache re man
ho rut ne jo bansi bajai
hua re jiya magan

bhavra man ka panchhi
dekho re kare pukaar
dur parvat ke pichhe piya ka dera
preet ki khushbu hai aisi
jo na chhupaye chhupe
sara jag jaane hai
kyaa laage woh mera
maine koi chori nahi ki
dil ye use diya diya
san sanan san sanan dole pavan
chhan chhanan chhan chhanan nache re man
ho rut ne jo bansi bajai
hua re jiya magan

zheel ke darpan main mujhe
aata hai wohi nazar
uske khushbu se mehke najare
wadiyon main gunje hasi
phulo main gata hai woh
koi kaise na bhala man ko haare
meri palko mein saje
sanson mein base hai piya piya
san sanan san sanan dole pavan
chhan chhanan chhan chhanan nache re man
ho rut ne jo bansi bajai
hua re jiya magan
san sanan san sanan dole pavan
chhan chhanan chhan chhanan nache re man
ho rut ne jo bansi bajai
hua re jiya magan

The wind whispers, sways, a mystic dance,
A rhythm echoes, my heart takes a chance.
The season's flute begins to play,
My soul, adrift, has lost its way.
The wind whispers, sways, a mystic dance,
A rhythm echoes, my heart takes a chance.
The season's flute begins to play,
My soul, enraptured, will not stray.

A restless bird, my spirit cries,
Beyond the mountains, where my love resides.
Such joy, this love, it cannot hide,
The whole world knows, my love, my pride.
I stole no treasure, kept no key,
My heart, I gave, eternally.
The wind whispers, speaks, a mystic call,
A rhythm echoes, embracing all.
The season's flute begins to play,
My soul, enraptured, will not stray.

In the lake's reflection, I see his face,
His fragrance blooms, embracing space.
Laughter echoes through the vale,
In flowers, his song, a sweet prevail.
How can a heart not lose control?
He dwells within my very soul.
Within my lashes, a shining grace,
In every breath, his sacred space.
The wind whispers, sways, a mystic dance,
A rhythm echoes, my heart takes a chance.
The season's flute begins to play,
My soul, enraptured, will not stray.
The wind whispers, sways, a mystic dance,
A rhythm echoes, my heart takes a chance.
The season's flute begins to play,
My soul, enraptured, will not stray.