mast pawan shakhe lahraye
ban ban mor papihe gaaye
hey mast pawan shakhe laharaye
ban ban mor papihe gaaye
hey mast pawan shakhe laharaye

phul phul
phul phul par bhanware jaye
jakar, preet ke, geet sunaye
phul phul par bhanware jaye
jakar, preet ke, geet sunaye

jo hraday me geet hain vyakul
tu bhi use suna, suna
jo hraday me geet hain vyakul
tu bhi use suna, suna
gaa sajanwa gaa sajanwa
gaa sajanwa gaa

mast pawan shakhe lahraye
ban ban mor papihe gaaye
hey mast pawan shakhe

The wild wind, it dances in the boughs,
As peacocks sing, and cuckoos rouse.
O, wild wind, it dances in the boughs,
As peacocks sing, and cuckoos rouse.
O, wild wind, it dances in the boughs.

Flower, Flower,
To each bloom, the honeybees now go,
And whisper songs of love they know.
To each bloom, the honeybees now go,
And whisper songs of love they know.

The song that stirs within the heart,
Sing it forth, do not depart,
The song that stirs within the heart,
Sing it forth, do not depart,
Sing, beloved, sing, beloved,
Sing, beloved, sing.

The wild wind, it dances in the boughs,
As peacocks sing, and cuckoos rouse.
O, wild wind in the boughs.