rukha rukha sukha sukha aaya hai ye patjhad
laya nahi ras ki fuhare
bhigi bhigi ankhiyon mein aansuo ki dhare hui
jhimi jhimi man ki ye taare
rukha rukha sukha sukha aaya hai ye patjhad
laya nahi ras ki fuhare
bhigi bhigi ankhiyon mein aansuo ki dhare hui
jhimi jhimi man ki ye taare
sun mere rab piya sun mere rab piya
rukha rukha sukha sukha aaya hai ye patjhad
laya nahi ras ki fuhare
bhigi bhigi ankhiyon mein aansuo ki dhare hui
jhimi jhimi man ki ye taare
rukha rukha sukha sukha

panchhi vilakh gaye jiv taras gaye
kyun ye sukhaye dariya
anhoni tadpaye sujhe na kuchh haye
rasta bata ab hai kya
panchhi vilakh gaye jiv taras gaye
kyun ye sukhaye dariya
anhoni tadpaye sujhe na kuchh haye
rasta bata ab hai kya
sun mere rab piya sun mere rab piya
rukha rukha sukha sukha aaya hai ye patjhad
laya nahi ras ki fuhare
bhigi bhigi ankhiyon mein aansuo ki dhare hui
jhimi jhimi man ki ye taare
rukha rukha sukha sukha

dukh ka andhera huaa sukh ka na fera huaa
ye haal kyun ho gaye
koi sahara nahi koi kinara nahi
dhiraj hai chhute huye
dukh ka andhera huaa sukh ka na fera huaa
ye haal kyun ho gaye
koi sahara nahi koi kinara nahi
dhiraj hai chhute huye
sun mere rab piya sun mere rab piya
rukha rukha sukha sukha aaya hai ye patjhad
laya nahi ras ki fuhare
bhigi bhigi ankhiyon mein aansuo ki dhare hui
jhimi jhimi man ki ye taare
rukha rukha sukha sukha

Barren, withered, the autumn descends,
No showers of nectar it sends.
Tears stream forth, a deluge profound,
In eyes that softly resound.
Tiny stars of the heart, they gleam,
Barren, withered, a desolate dream.
No showers of nectar, a parched domain,
Tears well up, a ceaseless rain.
Tiny stars of the heart, they remain,
Listen, my Lord, my Beloved, listen,
Barren, withered, the autumn has risen.
No showers of nectar, a desert so wide,
Tears flow forth, where sorrows reside.
Tiny stars of the heart, they confide,
Barren, withered, nowhere to hide.

Birds lament, and beings now thirst,
Why the river, forever cursed?
Unspoken dread, a tormenting plea,
What path remains for you and me?
Birds lament, and creatures now yearn,
Why the river, a lesson to learn?
Unspoken dread, a heart that is torn,
Show me the way, a new day is born.
Listen, my Lord, my Beloved, listen,
Barren, withered, the autumn has christened.
No showers of nectar, a dry, barren land,
Tears fall down, a desperate command.
Tiny stars of the heart, understand,
Barren, withered, across the sand.

Darkness of sorrow, no joy takes its place,
Why such a desolate space?
No solace offered, no shore to be found,
Patience abandoned, on barren ground.
Darkness of sorrow, no joy takes its hold,
Why these conditions, so bleak and so cold?
No solace remains, no story is told,
Patience now shattered, a future untold.
Listen, my Lord, my Beloved, listen,
Barren, withered, the autumn has christened.
No showers of nectar, a tear-filled embrace,
Tiny stars of the heart, in this desolate space.
Barren, withered, with fading grace.