phir whi sawan aaya
phir whi sawan aaye sajan aaye na
kah do bairan koyaliya se
kuhu kuhu gaye na
kah do bairan koyaliya se
kuhu kuhu gaye na
kunj bichad gaye jaar se apne
kunj bichad gaye jaar se apne
dinva milan ban ke sapne jane kon
dagar gaya sathi koi batlaye na
jane kon dagar gaya sathi koi batlaye na
phir whi sawan aaye sajan aaye na

gati baharo hanste najare
gati baharo hanste najare
mere sajan tumhi pukaro
bolo ja ke bedardi se ab tadhpaye na
bolo ja ke bedardi se ab tadhpaye na
phir whi sawan aaye sajan aaye na
kah do bairan koyaliya se
kuhu kuhu gaye na

The monsoon returns, relentless and gray,
The monsoon returns, but my love stays away.
Tell the cruel cuckoo, her song to restrain,
Let her not sing, of joy and of pain.
Tell the cruel cuckoo, her song to restrain,
Let her not sing, of joy and of pain.

The bower is parted from the beloved's embrace,
The bower is parted from the beloved's embrace,
Days of union, now a dream's fleeting trace,
Which path did he take? Tell me, can anyone trace?
Which path did he take? Tell me, can anyone trace?
Still the monsoon comes, but my love stays away.

Singing springs and landscapes that merrily gleam,
Singing springs and landscapes that merrily gleam,
My beloved, you I beseech in a dream,
Go and tell him, the cruel one, let him redeem,
Go and tell him, the cruel one, let him redeem,
The torment I suffer, let him not now deem.
Still the monsoon comes, but my love stays away.
Tell the cruel cuckoo, her song to restrain,
Let her not sing, of joy and of pain.