piya piya tu bol papiha din phagun ke aaye
jiya mera dola jaye
piya piya tu bol papiha din phagun ke aaye
jiya mera dola jaye

ek daal pe khila hai genda
duje daal chameli
koyal bankar baag me aayi
dulhan nayi naveli
ek daal pe khila hai genda
duje daal chameli
koyal bankar baag me aayi
dulhan nayi naveli
phulo ke kaano me
apne dil ki baat sunaye
jiya mera dola jaye
phulo ke kaano me
apne dil ki baat sunaye
jiya mera dola jaye
piya piya tu bol papiha din phagun ke aaye
jiya mera dola jaye

aaj kisi ne chhed diye hai
man veena ke taar
aaj kisi ne chhed diye hai
man veena ke taar
do matware nainwa me nach raha hai pyar
ha ha nach raha hai pyar
aankhe dil se ye kahti hai has has kar lut jaye
aankhe dil se ye kahti hai has has kar lut jaye
piya piya tu bol papiha din phagun ke aaye
jiya mera dola jaye
piya piya tu bol papiha din phagun ke aaye
jiya mera dola jaye

Beloved, Beloved, call, O Papiha, the days of Spring have come,
My heart, it sways and hums.
Beloved, Beloved, call, O Papiha, the days of Spring have come,
My heart, it sways and hums.

On one branch, the marigold blooms,
On another, jasmine's perfume.
A cuckoo, in the garden now,
A bride, in splendor, taking her vow.
On one branch, the marigold blooms,
On another, jasmine's perfume.
A cuckoo, in the garden now,
A bride, in splendor, taking her vow.
To the ears of flowers,
Her heart's secrets she'll avow,
My heart, it sways and hums.
To the ears of flowers,
Her heart's secrets she'll avow,
My heart, it sways and hums.
Beloved, Beloved, call, O Papiha, the days of Spring have come,
My heart, it sways and hums.

Today, someone has plucked,
The strings of the mind's lute.
Today, someone has plucked,
The strings of the mind's lute.
In the eyes, two intoxicated,
Love dances, intoxicated.
Yes, yes, love dances, intoxicated.
The eyes whisper to the heart, smiling, let it be plundered, let it be plundered,
The eyes whisper to the heart, smiling, let it be plundered, let it be plundered,
Beloved, Beloved, call, O Papiha, the days of Spring have come,
My heart, it sways and hums.
Beloved, Beloved, call, O Papiha, the days of Spring have come,
My heart, it sways and hums.