are re re chunari udi sajan
are re re chunari udi sajan
are re re chunari udi sajan
are re re dikhne laga badan
are re re chunari udi sajan
are re re dikhne laga badan
ched diya mosam ne pagal hui pawan
are re re dikhne laga badan
are re re chunari udi sajan
ched diya mosam ne pagal hui pawan

jane ja aa yaha, dil bada hai diwana
dekhna ched na hai shama aashikana
jane ja aa yaha, dil bada hai diwana
dekhna ched na hai shama aashikana
janeman pyar ka pahla sawan hai
anjani pyas ki rut manbhawan hai
badne laga darde jigar, bas me nahi hai dhadkan
are re re chunari udi sajan
are re re dikhne laga badan
are re re chunari udi sajan
are re re dikhne laga badan
ched diya mosam ne pagal hui pawan

mai hasi tu jawa kuch khata ho na jaye
kya hua kya karu bekhudi badti jaye
mai hasi tu jawa kuch khata ho na jaye
kya hua kya karu bekhudi badti jaye
diwane ishk me aisa jadu hai
pagal hai do badan dil bekabu hai
ab na satao itna bata kaise mai bujhau agan
are re re dikhne laga badan
are re re chunari udi sajan
are re re dikhne laga badan
ched diya mosam ne pagal hui pawan
are re re chunari udi sajan
are re re chunari udi sajan
are re re dikhne laga badan

Ah, the veil ascends, my love, it flies,
Ah, the veil ascends, before my eyes,
Ah, the veil ascends, my love it flies,
And now, your form, it does arise.
Ah, the veil ascends, my love, it flies,
And now, your form, it does arise,
The season's touch, a maddening breeze, it sighs,
Ah, your form, it does arise,
Ah, the veil ascends, my love, it flies,
The season's touch, a maddening breeze, it sighs.

Come close, my love, my heart, a wild desire,
Behold the touch, this evening’s burning fire.
Come close, my love, my heart, a wild desire,
Behold the touch, this evening’s burning fire.
My love, the first monsoon of love, we see,
A stranger's thirst, a joy eternally.
The ache expands, my soul, it cannot be restrained,
Ah, the veil ascends, before my eyes,
Ah, your form, it does arise.
Ah, the veil ascends, my love, it flies,
And now, your form, it does arise,
The season's touch, a maddening breeze, it sighs.

I, beauty's bloom, you, youth's sweet, vibrant prime,
Lest we err, the bounds of space and time?
I, beauty's bloom, you, youth's sweet, vibrant prime,
What is this feeling? Madness sublime?
Such is the magic of passionate, tender art,
Two bodies drunk, a heart that tears apart.
Do not torment me so, tell me how I douse the flame?
Ah, your form, it does arise,
Ah, the veil ascends, my love, it flies,
Ah, your form, it does arise,
The season's touch, a maddening breeze, it sighs,
Ah, the veil ascends, my love, it flies,
Ah, the veil ascends, my love, it flies,
And now, your form, it does arise.