wo bhige bal wo bhiga badan wo bhigi bhigi har dhadkan
wo gal haaya me dube hue, wo hoth wafa se lrze hue
wo ankhe soyi soyi si, wo sanse khoyi khoyi si
bolo kyu khamosh ho tum kya is dil se naraj ho tum
dil me phir aaj teri yad ka mosam aaya
phir mere sine me tu dard dawa dam laaya
jab bhi sawan koi barsa mujhe mahsus hua
ishk ke dariya me tu mujhko bhigone aaya
dil me phir aaj teri yad ka mosam aaya

kya ab bhi tumhari furkat me ek sawan koi likhta hai
kya ab bhi tumhare hotho pe ek chumban koi dhrta hai
kya ab bhi tumhare sahano se malmal ka dupatta girta hai
kya ab bhi tumhari baho me ek dil sa koi bahta hai
maine rumal me tere liye kuch phul bune
maine mehandi se tere nam hatheli pe chune
maine takiye ke galafo me tujhe kadha hai
maine har sher me mahbub tujhe bandha hai
dil me phir aaj teri yad ka mosam aaya

mai tumko soch raha hu mai bas tumko soch raha hu
bas tum mujhme dub jati ho mai tujhme dub jata hu
tum mere sahane se lagke kan me kuch kahne wali ho
tum mere dhyan ki dunia ki ek samundar si sahjadi ho
aaj bhi phul dab rahte hai mere jude me
aaj bhi mehandi se rahte hai mere hath saje
aaj bhi ankh tiki rahti hai chilman si meri
aaj bhi sans judi rahti hai ahat se teri
dil me phir aaj teri yad ka mosam aaya
phir mere sine me tu dard dawa dam laaya
jab bhi sawan koi barsa mujhe mahsus hua
ishk ke dariya me tu mujhko bhigone aaya
dil me phir aaj teri yad ka mosam aaya

Her hair, drenched, her form all soaked, each pulse a trembling beat,
Cheeks flushed with shy surrender, lips that with devotion meet.
Her eyes, as if in slumber deep, her breaths, lost in a whispered keep,
Tell me, why this silent plea? Are you then angry with my plea?

Again today, your memory, a season in my heart takes hold,
Again, within my breast, you bring the ache, the story to unfold.
Each time a monsoon spills its tears, a sense of you I feel,
In love's vast ocean, you return, my spirit you reveal.
Again today, your memory, a season in my heart takes hold.

Does separation's monsoon still for you a story write?
Does someone still upon your lips a kiss of wonder light?
Does muslin of a scarf still fall, from breath, a silken sigh?
Does a heart still flow within your arms, as lovers drift on by?
For you, within a handkerchief, I shaped some blooms with care,
With henna on your palm, I wrote your name, beyond compare.
Within the pillow's silken folds, I stitched your face anew,
In every verse, my love, I bound, my dearest thought of you.
Again today, your memory, a season in my heart takes hold.

I am lost in thoughts of you alone, in thoughts of you I stay,
You draw me in, and I, in you, forever drift away.
You lean close, whisper in my ear, secrets I long to know,
You are the princess of my mind, a sea where feelings flow.
Even now, flowers grace my hair, a wreath upon my head,
My hands are still with henna dyed, with colors richly spread.
My eyes still seek behind the veil, a glimpse of what may be,
My breath still waits, attuned to yours, to every move of thee.
Again today, your memory, a season in my heart takes hold,
Again, within my breast, you bring the ache, the story to unfold.
Each time a monsoon spills its tears, a sense of you I feel,
In love's vast ocean, you return, my spirit you reveal.
Again today, your memory, a season in my heart takes hold.