bolo sajani bolo chanda ko dekh kyon
fund kali nahi phuli ang samaati hai
bolo sajani bolo
suraj ko dekh kyo surymukhi ho
man me sukhi khil jati hai
bolo sajani hai kya karan kya karan

pitam darshan ha pitam darshan
pitam darshan pitam darshan

aayi bahaar kyu bulbul khush ho
mast tarana gaata hai
main kya janu
bulbul se puchiye kyu bahar me
mast tarana gaata hai
bulbul gul se mil jata hai
bulbul gul se mil jata hai

Tell me, Beloved, tell me, gazing at the moon, why
does a tender bud refuse to bloom, embracing only its sheath?
Tell me, Beloved, tell me.

Gazing at the sun, why does the sunflower turn,
and in its heart, a silent, joyful dance begin?
Tell me, Beloved, what is the cause, what is the cause?

The Beloved's gaze, ah, the Beloved's gaze!
The Beloved's gaze, the Beloved's gaze!

As spring arrives, why does the nightingale rejoice,
and sing a song of pure intoxication?
I cannot know.
Ask the nightingale, why in spring's embrace,
does it sing its song of pure intoxication?
The nightingale unites with the rose.
The nightingale unites with the rose.