badal chhaye aaja, koyal kunke aaja
maine bulaya aaja, sabne bulaya aaja
goriya pahada wali, tujhko bulaye
aaja ki meri jan na jaye
o o o o aa aa aa aa
ambua ka ped hain, wo hi munder hain
ambua ka ped hain, wo hi munder hain
aaja more balma, aane ki der hain
ambua ka ped hain, wo hi munder hain
aaja more balma, aane ki der hain
ambua ka ped hain, wo hi munder hain

ek to bojha kori jawani, duja bojha nath diwani
tiza bojha chudi nigodi, chautha bojha payal mori
tiza bojha chudi nigodi, chautha bojha payal mori
chotha bojha payal mori
ambua ka ped hain, wo hi munder hain
ambua ka ped hain, wo hi munder hain
aaja more balma, aane ki der hain
ambua ka ped hain wo hi munder hain

kuk karu main banke koyaliya
chham chham baze mori payaliya
gun gun gaau prem tarana
aaya nahi koi bhawara diwana
gun gun gaau prem tarana
aaya nahi koi bhawara diwana
aaya nahi koi bhawara diwana
ambua ka ped hain, wo hi munder hain
ambua ka ped hain, wo hi munder hain
aaja more balma, aane ki der hain
ambua ka ped hain, wo hi munder hain
ambua ka ped hain, wo hi munder hain

Clouds gather, come hither, cuckoo calls, come hither,
I have summoned, come hither, all have summoned, come hither.
Fair one of the mountains, calls you to return,
Come, lest my soul should yearn.
Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah...

The mango tree, it is the threshold,
The mango tree, it is the threshold,
Come, my beloved, only your arrival is awaited.
The mango tree, it is the threshold,
Come, my beloved, only your arrival is awaited.
The mango tree, it is the threshold.

One burden, the blush of youth,
A second, the wildness of a nose ring's truth.
A third, the bangle's whisper, a cruel sound,
The fourth, my anklets' echo on the ground.
A third, the bangle's whisper, a cruel sound,
The fourth, my anklets' echo on the ground.
The fourth, my anklets' echo on the ground.
The mango tree, it is the threshold,
The mango tree, it is the threshold,
Come, my beloved, only your arrival is awaited.
The mango tree, it is the threshold.

I sing out, becoming a cuckoo,
My anklets chime and ring anew.
Humming softly, a love song I weave,
No mad bee comes, no one to believe.
Humming softly, a love song I weave,
No mad bee comes, no one to believe.
No mad bee comes, no one to believe.
The mango tree, it is the threshold,
The mango tree, it is the threshold,
Come, my beloved, only your arrival is awaited.
The mango tree, it is the threshold.
The mango tree, it is the threshold.