mera pyar jawa dildar jawan or mausam bhi hai diwana
mera pyar jawa dildar jawan or mausam bhi hai diwana
wo ishk to mera ishk nahi raste me jo chahe ruk jana
mera pyar jawa dildar jawa or mausam bhi hai diwana

ye mast pawan ye mast pawan dil ki dhadkan
jab gaw me leke jayegi wo kamre se bhag ke aangaan me
aangan ke dware aayegi sharmayegi wo chup jayegi wo
sharmayegi wo chup jayegi wo najro ko jo meri pahchana
mera pyar jawa dildar jawa or mausam bhi hai diwana

kuch sans ka dar kuch sans ka dar kuch gaw ka dar
wo chup ke niharegi mujhko faialyegi bahe chori se
najro se pukaregi mujhko sine se laga lega usko
sine se laga lega usko ye matwala ye mastana
mera pyar jawa dildar jawa or mausam bhi hai diwana

ruthegi jo chithi na likhne par mai rat se pahle mana lunga
fika sa bahut din se jiwan un hotho se rang chura lunga
un julfo pe kurba kali ghata un julfo pe kurba kali ghata
un aankho pe sadke maykhana mera pyar jawa dildar jawa
or mausam bhi hai diwana wo ishk to mera ishk nahi
raste me jo chahe ruk jana mera pyar jawa dildar jawa
or mausam bhi hai diwana

My love, a youth, a lover young, and even the season, wild,
My love, a youth, a lover young, and the season, wild.
That love is not my love, that love, which chooses to halt its stride,
My love, a youth, a lover young, and the season, wild.

This wind, so free, this wind, the heart's own beat,
When to the village it will take her, from her room, escaping to the street.
At the courtyard's gate she'll arrive, shy and hidden from view,
Shy and hidden from view, when my gaze she'll finally construe.
My love, a youth, a lover young, and the season, wild.

Fear of the in-laws, fear of the village's eye,
She'll secretly watch me, extending arms, a stolen sigh.
With her eyes she'll call to me, to my chest she will be drawn,
To my chest she will be drawn, this joyful, intoxicated dawn.
My love, a youth, a lover young, and the season, wild.

If she is angered by my letter left unwritten, by nightfall I'll appease,
From a life grown dull, from her lips I'll steal the hues.
On her tresses, a dark cloud, on her tresses, a dark cloud, I'll pay my fee,
On her eyes, a tavern sacrificed, my love is youthful, dear, to me,
And the season is wild, that love is not my love,
That love, which chooses to halt its stride, my love is youthful, dear, to me,
And the season is wild.