ghata kaali kaali chhayi badriya ghum ghum ke aayi
badriya ghum ghum ke aayi
ghata kali kali chhayi badriya ghum ghum ke aayi
badriya ghum ghum ke aayi
aayi ho raaja chhayi ho saiya ho saiya ruth ke na ja
laut ke aaja rut milne ki aayi
badriya ghum ghum ke aayi
badriya ghum ghum ke aayi
ghata kali kali chhayi badriya ghum ghum ke aayi
badriya ghum ghum ke aayi

kali kali par kali kali par aayi jawani
bagiya sari mahki bagiya sari mahki
phul phul par bhanwara nacha koyal kaali chahki
phul phul par bhanwara nacha koyal kaali chahki
saajan aaja saajan aaja na ja na ja
rut milne ki aayi
badriya ghum ghum ke aayi
badriya ghum ghum ke aayi
ghata kali kali chhayi badriya ghum ghum ke aayi
badriya ghum ghum ke aayi

do dil milkar ek huye
do dil milkar ek huye
duniya kahti do milke na bichhade
ham tum saajan jo ho sau ho
dil bhi tera main bhi teri sahi na jaye judai
badriya ghum ghum ke aayi
badriya ghum ghum ke aayi
ghata kali kali chhayi badriya ghum ghum ke aayi
badriya ghum ghum ke aayi

Shadows of night, a canvas of grey,
Clouds come circling, in a mournful sway.
Clouds come circling, in a mournful sway.
Shadows of night, a canvas of grey,
Clouds come circling, in a mournful sway.
Clouds come circling, in a mournful sway.
Come, my king, my love, let not your heart stray,
Do not depart, return, come this way.
The season of reunion, it is here today,
Clouds come circling, in a mournful sway.
Clouds come circling, in a mournful sway.
Shadows of night, a canvas of grey,
Clouds come circling, in a mournful sway.
Clouds come circling, in a mournful sway.

Buds awaken, on each tender limb,
Youth arrives, the world grows dim.
The garden breathes fragrance, the garden breathes fragrance,
On every bloom, a dark bee's dance,
And a dark cuckoo's song in a trance.
On every bloom, a dark bee's dance,
And a dark cuckoo's song in a trance.
Lover, come, lover, come, do not flee,
Do not depart, the season is calling to thee.
Clouds come circling, in a mournful sway.
Clouds come circling, in a mournful sway.
Shadows of night, a canvas of grey,
Clouds come circling, in a mournful sway.
Clouds come circling, in a mournful sway.

Two hearts entwined, becoming one,
Two hearts entwined, their journey begun.
The world may whisper, "Let them not meet,"
But we, my love, our souls complete.
Yours the heart, and mine as well,
Separation's sting, we cannot bear, we tell.
Clouds come circling, in a mournful sway.
Clouds come circling, in a mournful sway.
Shadows of night, a canvas of grey,
Clouds come circling, in a mournful sway.
Clouds come circling, in a mournful sway.