kaliyo ne ghunghat khole
har phul pe bhawra dole
kaliyo ne ghunghat khole
har phul pe bhawra dole
lo aaya pyar ka mausam
gulo gulzar ka mausam
kaliyo ne ghunghat khole
har phul pe bhawra dole

jab tu chaman me aaye
har guncha muskuraye
jab tu chaman me aaye
har guncha muskuraye
hai behizab tera sabab
hum ho gaye diwane
lo aaya pyar ka mausam
tere didar ka mausam
kaliyo ne ghunghat khole
har phul pe bhawra dole

harsu tera nasha hai
har jarra pee raha hai
harsu tera nasha hai
har jarra pee raha hai
tu aftab shame sharab
roshan hue maykhane
lo aaya pyar ka mausam
misale yaar ka mausam
kaliyo ne ghunghat khole
har phul pe bhawra dole

jane bahar aaja dil ke karar aaja
jane bahar aaja dil ke karar aaja
ye shab ye khwab ye mahtab
ab to lage tadpane
lo aaya pyar ka mausam
mere dildar ka mausam
kaliyo ne ghunghat khole
har phul pe bhawra dole
lo aaya pyar ka mausam
gulo gulzar ka mausam
kaliyo ne ghunghat khole
har phul pe bhawra dole

The buds unveil their veils,
A bee on every bloom prevails.
The buds unveil their veils,
A bee on every bloom prevails.
Behold, the season of love descends,
The season where the rose transcends.
The buds unveil their veils,
A bee on every bloom prevails.

When you grace the garden's grace,
Each bud lights up your face.
When you grace the garden's grace,
Each bud lights up your face.
Your beauty, without veil, takes hold,
And we, by its fire, are bold.
Behold, the season of love appears,
The season of your face, my dears.
The buds unveil their veils,
A bee on every bloom prevails.

Your intoxication is everywhere,
Each atom drinks your air.
Your intoxication is everywhere,
Each atom drinks your air.
You are the sun of the evening wine,
The taverns of the heart now shine.
Behold, the season of love's art,
The season of your form, my heart.
The buds unveil their veils,
A bee on every bloom prevails.

O, breath of spring, come, soothe my heart,
O, breath of spring, come, play your part.
This night, this dream, this moonlit gleam,
Now starts to make my spirit scream.
Behold, the season of love's sweet call,
The season of my love, enthrall.
The buds unveil their veils,
A bee on every bloom prevails.
Behold, the season of love descends,
The season where the rose transcends.
The buds unveil their veils,
A bee on every bloom prevails.