mithi mithi sardi hai bhigi bhigi rate hai
aese me chale aao fagun ka mahina hai
mausam milan ka hai ab or na tadhpao
sardi ke mhiune me ho mathe pe pasina hai
mithi mithi sardi hai

kurban jau us dilruba ke kurban jau us dilruba ke
palko pe rkhe jami se utha ke
piya mere dil me khi tere siwa koi nhi
dhokha mujhe dena na dena na kbi
is nur ki wadi me ae yar tera chehra
sahkar uta ja, kudart ka nagina hai
mithi mithi sardi hai

jab se sanam ham tere huye hai
jab se sanam ham tere huye hai
teri mhobbat me khoye huye hai
aakhe meri dekhe jidhar bas tu hi tu hai udhar
kbi meri aakho se khona khona na kbi
barfili ghatao me kya chadni bikhri hai
aise me juda rahkar jina koi jina hai
mausam milan ka hai

nargisi aakhe maykhana jaise
nargisi aakhe maykhana jaise
sach hoga lekin manu me kaise
mujhe to nasha aa gaya dekho aji rahme haya
piya mere tute ro tute na tute na kabhi
duniya me rahe saki haye tera maykhana
do gunt sahi lekin in aankho se pina hai
o mitti mitti sardi bhigi bhigi rate hai
aise me chale aao fagun ka mahina hai
o mitti aah mitti sardi hai, aah mausam milan ka hai

Sweet, sweet the cold, the nights all steeped in dew,
Come, oh come, for the month of Spring is true.
The season of union, linger not, delay,
In winter's grip, a sweat upon the brow, I pray.
Sweet, sweet the cold.

Sacrifice to that beloved, I give all,
To that beloved, I give all, stand tall.
Lift me up from earth, upon your lashes keep,
My love, within my heart, none but you to steep.
Deceive me not, never, never do,
In this valley of light, your face anew.
Endure and rise, a jewel of nature's art,
Sweet, sweet the cold.

Since, beloved, I became your own,
Since, beloved, your seed has been sown,
Lost in your love, I have become,
Wherever my eyes gaze, only you have come.
Never, oh never, from my eyes depart,
In icy clouds, what moonlight does impart!
To live apart in such a scene, is it to live at all?
The season of union calls.

Narcissus eyes, a tavern they resemble,
Narcissus eyes, a tavern to assemble.
True it may be, yet how can I believe?
Drunk I have become, mercy, please receive.
My love, never break, never break, be strong.
In the world, O cupbearer, where you belong!
Two sips, yes, but from these eyes to drink,
Sweet, sweet the cold, the nights that sink.
Come, oh come, for the month of Spring, so near,
Sweet, sweet the cold, the season of union, here!