saawan tera chehra jhuk jhuk ke
chumta hai hay
didaar ki ek jhalak ke liye
khub barasta hai jhumta hai

baadal ko garajne do
baarish ko barasne do
mausam hai bada beiman
dil ko aur dhadakne do
dil ko aur tadapne do
baadal ko garajne do
baarish ko barasne do
mausam hai bada beiman
dil ko aur dhadakne do
dil ko aur tadapne do

baadal ko garajne do
baarish ko barasne do
mausam hai bada beimaan
dil ko aur dhadakne do
dil ko aur tadapne do

tere chehre ki taarif me
paas mere alfaaz nahin
zubaan meri khaamosh hai
gale mein bas aawaaz nahi
ye gesu hai ke baadal hai
latein khuli to naagin hai
pairon me paayal hai
nigaahen husn-e-kaatil hain
baadal ko garajne do
baarish ko barasne do
mausam hai bada beimaan
dil ko aur dhadakne do
dil ko aur tadapne do

jhute bol sunaane se
kya tujhko mil jaayega
jab tu chhodega tufaan me
dil naazuk hai hil jaayega
aankhen hain bhigi bhigi
mausam hai bhiga bhiga
taaren hain maddham maddham
baahon me khoye hain hum
baadal ko garajne do
baarish ko barasne do
mausam hai bada beimaan
dil ko aur dhadakne do
dil ko aur tadapne do

baadal ko garajne do
baarish ko barasne do
mausam hai bada beimaan
dil ko aur dhadakne do
dil ko aur tadapne do

The monsoon, your face, it bows and bends,
kisses it, oh, how it descends.
For a glimpse of your radiant sight,
it pours forth, dances in pure delight.

Let the clouds thunder,
let the rain pour free,
the season's a rogue,
let the heart beat, you see.
Let the heart ache more,
let the clouds thunder,
let the rain pour free,
the season's a rogue,
let the heart beat, you see.
Let the heart ache more.

Let the clouds thunder,
let the rain pour free,
the season's a rogue,
let the heart beat, you see.
Let the heart ache more.

In praise of your face,
words fail me, they flee,
My tongue is now silenced,
no voice escapes me.
Are these tresses or clouds,
coiled serpents, unbound?
Anklets on your feet,
your gaze, a killer's profound.
Let the clouds thunder,
let the rain pour free,
the season's a rogue,
let the heart beat, you see.
Let the heart ache more.

From false words spoken,
what solace will it bring?
When you depart in the storm,
a fragile heart will swing.
Eyes are drenched and weeping,
the weather, all wet and deep,
Stars, softly dimming,
in your arms, now we sleep.
Let the clouds thunder,
let the rain pour free,
the season's a rogue,
let the heart beat, you see.
Let the heart ache more.

Let the clouds thunder,
let the rain pour free,
the season's a rogue,
let the heart beat, you see.
Let the heart ache more.