kya geet mere man ka
kya geet mere man ka hai
gaaya bahar ne gaaya bahar ne
duniya ko apne mein ranga hai pyar ne
duniya ko apne mein ranga hai pyar ne
kya geet mere man ka

khushbu se madh nagriya mahke gali gali
bulbul hau phul phul tu bhanwra hai kali kai
bulbul hau phul phul tu bhanwra hai kali kai
hota hua hai jadu jo gaaya hai bahar ne
hota hua hai jadu jo gaaya hai bahar ne
kya geet mere man ka

koyal ki kuk aur papihe ki pi kaha
koyal ki kuk aur papihe ki pi kaha
sun sun ke chha rahe hai
mere man pe mastiya sun sun ke chha rahe hai
mere man pe mastiya kya kya tyauharo ne hai
sikhaya bahar ne kya kya tyauharo ne hai
sikhaya bahar ne kya geet mere man ka

masti mein phul machalte hai
man bhi nachata masti mein phul machalte hai
man bhi nachata aankh bhi nachati hai
mera man bhi nachata aankhe bhi nachati hai
mera man bhi nachata mano ki dil laga hai
kisi ko pukarne mano ki dil laga hai
kisi ko pukarne kya geet mere man ka
kya geet mere man ka hai gaaya bahar ne
duniya ko apne mein ranga hai pyar ne
duniya ko apne mein ranga hai pyar ne

What song wells from my soul?
What song wells from my soul?
The Spring has sung it, the Spring has sung.
Love has painted the world with its own hue,
Love has painted the world with its own hue.
What song wells from my soul?

The city of honey, scents of every lane,
The nightingale to every flower, you the bee to every bud.
The nightingale to every flower, you the bee to every bud.
A magic unfolds, sung by the Spring's own hand,
A magic unfolds, sung by the Spring's own hand.
What song wells from my soul?

The cuckoo's call, the papiha's plea, where, oh where?
Listening, a joy descends,
Upon my heart, a wild, sweet trance, listening, a joy descends,
Upon my heart, a wild, sweet trance.
What festivals have taught,
Taught by the Spring's own hand?
What festivals have taught,
Taught by the Spring's own hand?
What song wells from my soul?

In revelry, flowers sway,
My heart dances too,
My heart dances too, my eyes dance also.
My heart dances too, my eyes dance also.
As if the heart is set,
To call out to someone,
As if the heart is set,
To call out to someone.
What song wells from my soul?
What song wells from my soul?
The Spring has sung it,
Love has painted the world with its own hue,
Love has painted the world with its own hue.