madhur madhur dur koyi baasuri bajaaye baasuri bajaaye
pawan dekh taal yeh tan thirak thirak jaaye thirak thirak jaaye
madhur madhur dur koyi baasuri bajaaye baasuri bajaaye

kanwal kanwal kisne khilaaya kanwal kanwal kisne khilaaya
kanwal kanwal
kanwal kanwal kisne khilaaya kisne yeh jaadu jagaaya
subah subah surya kiran subah subah surya kiran
sona barsaaye sona barsaaye
madhur madhur dur koyi baasuri bajaaye baasuri bajaaye

daaliyo ne bina jhankaayi panchhiyon ne ragini sunaayi
daaliyo ne bina jhankaayi panchhiyon ne ragini sunaayi
bhanvra bhi gun gun gun bhanvra bhi gun gun gun
prem git gaye prem git gaaye
madhur madhur dur koyi baasuri bajaaye baasuri bajaaye

chhalki hai bhor ki gagariya dhalki hai rup ki chunariya
chhalki hai bhor ki gagariya dhalki hai rup ki chunariya
khili khili kaliyo ko pawan mehkaye pawan mehkaaye
madhur madhur dur koyi baasuri bajaaye baasuri bajaaye

jivan hai meraa paheli mele me bhi mai akeli
jivan hai meraa paheli mele me bhi mai akeli
mann kaa papiha bas mann kaa papiha bas
pihu pihu gaye pihu pihu gaaye
madhur madhur dur koyi baasuri bajaaye baasuri bajaaye
madhur madhur dur koyi baasuri bajaaye baasuri bajaaye
pawan dekh taal yeh tan thirak thirak jaaye thirak thirak jaaye
madhur madhur dur koyi baasuri bajaaye baasuri bajaaye

A sweet, sweet flute, a distant call, it plays, it plays,
And at its rhythm, the wind itself sways, it sways,
A sweet, sweet flute, a distant call, it plays, it plays.
Who bloomed the lotus, oh who, who bloomed the lotus?
Who woke the magic, the lotus, the lotus?
Each morn, the sun's rays, each morn, the sun's rays,
Shower gold, they shower gold, it plays, it plays.
A sweet, sweet flute, a distant call, it plays, it plays.

The branches strum their veena, birds sing their melodies,
The branches strum their veena, birds sing their melodies,
The bumblebee hums, hums, the bumblebee hums,
And sings of love, it sings of love, it plays, it plays.
A sweet, sweet flute, a distant call, it plays, it plays.

The dawn's pitcher spills, the beauty's veil descends,
The dawn's pitcher spills, the beauty's veil descends,
The wind perfumes the buds, the wind perfumes, it plays, it plays.
A sweet, sweet flute, a distant call, it plays, it plays.

My life, a riddle, in a crowded fair, I'm alone,
My life, a riddle, in a crowded fair, I'm alone,
My heart's cuckoo, my heart's cuckoo,
Sings "Pihu, Pihu," sings "Pihu, Pihu," it plays, it plays.
A sweet, sweet flute, a distant call, it plays, it plays,
A sweet, sweet flute, a distant call, it plays, it plays,
And at its rhythm, the wind itself sways, it sways,
A sweet, sweet flute, a distant call, it plays, it plays.