bhiga bhiga mausam tadpaye tu bhi mere pas na aaye
bhiga bhiga mausam tadpaye tu bhi mere pas na aaye
mai kya karu haye mai kya karu haye
na re na tu sataye mitha mitha dard jagaye
na re na tu sataye mitha mitha dard jagaye
mai kya karu haye mai kya karu haye

tujhko chumti hogi bund bund pani ki
tan se khil rahi hogi khushbu rat rani ki
tere dil me chahat ki aag jal rahi hogi
takiya leke baho me raat dhal rahi hai
bhiga bhiga mausam tadpaye tu bhi mere pas na aaye
mai kya karu haye mai kya karu haye

pyase pyase hotho ki pyas tu bujha dena
kaise pyar hota hai mujhko ye sikha dena
pyar ko jarurat kya sikhne sikhane ki
bat ek zara si hai mere pas aane ki
hat shararti kahi ke bhiga bhiga mausam tadpaye
tu bhi mere pas na aaye na re na tu sataye
mitha mitha dard jagaye mai kya karu haye
mai kya karu haye mai kya karu haye
haye mai kya karu haye

The drenched season, it torments, and you're not near,
The drenched season, it torments, and you're not near.
What do I do, alas, what do I do, alas?
No, no, don't torment, awaken sweet, sweet pain,
No, no, don't torment, awaken sweet, sweet pain.
What do I do, alas, what do I do, alas?

Each raindrop kisses you, I can only guess,
Your body blooms with scents of night's queen's caress.
In your heart, the fire of desire must burn,
As the night descends, embraced by a pillow's turn.
The drenched season, it torments, and you're not near,
What do I do, alas, what do I do, alas?

Quench the thirst of these parched, yearning lips,
Teach me the nature of love's sweet eclipse.
What need is there for lessons, for love's art?
Just this simple thing: to come close to my heart.
Go away, mischievous one, the drenched season torments,
And you're not near, no, no, don't torment,
Awaken sweet, sweet pain, what do I do, alas?
What do I do, alas, what do I do, alas?
Alas, what do I do, alas?