ban me bole bulbul aur man me bole maina
ho ban me bole
ban me bole bulbul aur man me bole maina
re ud ud jaye ho ud ud jaye
gagan me more naina
ban me bole
ban me bole bulbul aur man me bole maina
ho ban me bole

ye kaare kaare badal bajaye mithi mashak
o ha ha ha
ye kaare kaare badal bajaye mithi mashak
ye sun sun ankhiyo me faila jaye kajal
o faila jaye kajal
laage re laage sunhare laage
sunhare laage din ye ruphale laage naina
re ud ud jaye ho ud ud jaye
gagan me more naina
ban me bole

ye kaare kaare badal bajaye mithi mashak
o ha ha ha
ye kaare kaare badal bajaye mithi mashak
ye sun sun ankhiyo me faila jaye kajal
o faila jaye kajal
laage re laage sunhare laage
sunhare laage din ye ruphale laage naina
re ud ud jaye ho ud ud jaye
gagan me more naina
ban me bole
ban me bole bulbul aur man me bole maina
ho ban me bole

ye mithi mithi ghadiya jo moti si ki ladiya
o ha ha ha
ye mithi mithi ghadiya jo moti si ki ladiya
o lagi lagi fagun me phulo ki phuljhadiya
ho phulo ki phuljhadiya
main kisse kahu kisse kahu
main kisse kahu baat meri kaun sune baina
re ud ud jaye ho ud ud jaye
gagan me more naina
ban me bole

ye mithi mithi ghadiya jo moti si ki ladiya
o ha ha ha
ye mithi mithi ghadiya jo moti si ki ladiya
o lagi lagi fagun me phulo ki phuljhadiya
ho phulo ki phuljhadiya
main kisse kahu kisse kahu
main kisse kahu baat meri kaun sune baina
re ud ud jaye ho ud ud jaye
gagan me more naina
ban me bole

The nightingale sings in the wood, the mynah in the heart,
Oh, in the wood they sing.
The nightingale sings in the wood, the mynah in the heart,
Oh, they take flight, oh, they take flight,
My eyes in the heavens.
The nightingale sings in the wood, the mynah in the heart,
Oh, in the wood they sing.

These dark, dark clouds play sweet music,
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
These dark, dark clouds play sweet music,
Hearing this, the kohl spreads in my eyes,
Oh, it spreads, it spreads.
It feels, oh, it feels golden,
Golden feels the day, silver feels the eyes,
Oh, they take flight, oh, they take flight,
My eyes in the heavens.
The nightingale sings in the wood.

These dark, dark clouds play sweet music,
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
These dark, dark clouds play sweet music,
Hearing this, the kohl spreads in my eyes,
Oh, it spreads, it spreads.
It feels, oh, it feels golden,
Golden feels the day, silver feels the eyes,
Oh, they take flight, oh, they take flight,
My eyes in the heavens.
The nightingale sings in the wood, the mynah in the heart,
Oh, in the wood they sing.

These sweet, sweet moments, strings of pearls,
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
These sweet, sweet moments, strings of pearls,
Oh, in spring, the blossoms of flowers, a cascade,
Oh, a cascade of flowers.
To whom shall I tell, to whom shall I tell?
To whom shall I tell my tale, who will hear my words?
Oh, they take flight, oh, they take flight,
My eyes in the heavens.
The nightingale sings in the wood.

These sweet, sweet moments, strings of pearls,
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
These sweet, sweet moments, strings of pearls,
Oh, in spring, the blossoms of flowers, a cascade,
Oh, a cascade of flowers.
To whom shall I tell, to whom shall I tell?
To whom shall I tell my tale, who will hear my words?
Oh, they take flight, oh, they take flight,
My eyes in the heavens.
The nightingale sings in the wood.