daal daal kunj kunj bole koyaliya
ayi basant ritu ayi
daal daal kunj kunj bole koyaliya
ayi basant ritu ayi
madhur madhur mand pawan jhumti
madhur madhur mand pawan jhumti
laaj bhari kaliyo ko chumati chumati
madhur madhur mand pawan jhumti
bhavre phulo ke sang karte rang raliya
bhavre phulo ke sang karte rang raliya
dharti ne pehni rangili chunariya
daal daal kunj kunj bole koyaliya
ayi basant ritu ayi

khili kaliyo ki mala banaugi main
khili kaliyo ki mala banaugi main
apne swami ke charno chadaungi main
aaj jungle me mangal banaungi main
aaj jungle me mangal banaungi main
bhuli bhuli bhuli bhuli ayodhya
ke raaj nagariya
daal daal kunj kunj bole koyaliya
ayi basant ritu ayi

aaja sugna aaja sugna mai
kab se bulau tujhe
o ri maina o ri maina mai
kya kya sikhau tujhe
ram ram sita ram ram ram sita ram
aa ri hirani saheli banau tujhe
aa ri hirani saheli banau tujhe
ghum ghum dekh rahi inki dagariya
daal daal kunj kunj bole koyaliya
ayi basant ritu ayi
daal daal kunj kunj bole koyaliya
ayi basant ritu ayi

Branch to branch, bower to bower, the cuckoo's call,
The season of spring, it has come, standing tall.
Branch to branch, bower to bower, the cuckoo's call,
The season of spring, embracing all.

Sweet, sweet, slow, the wind begins to sway,
Sweet, sweet, slow, the wind begins to play,
Kissing shy buds in a tender way,
Kissing shy buds in the sun's warm ray.
Bees and blossoms in joyous revelry,
Bees and blossoms dance in memory,
Earth in a vibrant shawl, a tapestry.
Branch to branch, bower to bower, the cuckoo's call,
The season of spring, embracing all.

A garland of blooms, I shall weave with care,
A garland of blooms, beyond compare,
To lay at the feet of my beloved there,
To lay at the feet of my beloved there.
Today, the wild becomes a holy prayer,
Today, the wild becomes a holy prayer,
Forgetting all, forgetting all, the city of gold,
Forgetting all, the stories of old.
Branch to branch, bower to bower, the cuckoo's call,
The season of spring, embracing all.

Come, my bird, come, I've called so long,
Come, my bird, in my heart you belong,
My Myna dear, what songs must I sing,
My Myna dear, what offerings I bring,
Ram Ram Sita Ram, the sacred ring,
Ram Ram Sita Ram, the sacred ring,
Come, fawn, be my friend, let our spirits swing,
Come, fawn, be my friend, let our spirits swing,
Watching, wandering, where their pathways spring.
Branch to branch, bower to bower, the cuckoo's call,
The season of spring, embracing all.
Branch to branch, bower to bower, the cuckoo's call,
The season of spring, embracing all.