o pyas bujhane sabke man ki
o jhula banke pyar aaya
jhula banke pyar aaya
jhulan ka tyohar aaya
jhulan ka tyohar aaya
jhulan jhulan jhulan
jhulan jhulan jhulan

aaj milan ka din aaya hain laga hain man ka mela
man ka mela
o aaj ke din to is duniya me koi nahi akela
koi nahi akela
o mel milane man se man ka
jhula banke pyar aaya
jhula banke pyar aaya
jhulan ka tyohar aaya
jhulan ka tyohar aaya
jhulo jhulo jhulo jhulo
jhulo jhulo jhulo jhulo

kahan chhupe ho man ke mitwa
naina bhaye udase
chhalak raha hain dukh ka saagar
hum pyase ke pyase
o ho ho ho
sawan ke jhule pade
sawan ke jhule pade
saiya ji hume tum khan bhule pade o
ye naina jo tumse lade
gauri ji tori palkan ke niche khade
sawan ke jhule pade

tum nahi aaye humko bhule
humre angna phulwa na phule
humko akeli dekh saheli
kahti hain kyu na khilti chameli
belriyan na mandve chade
saiya ji hume tum kahan bhule pade ho
ye naina jo tumse lade
gauri ji tori palkan ke niche khade
sawan ke jhule pade

tore dil me humara dil hain
jaise tore nain me til hain
humre milan bin ye man bhavan
sawan bhi to kya hain sawan
pipal ke patwe jhade
ye tore more jab tak naina na lade
sawan ke jhule pade

aa aa
aa bagiyan me phul khile hain
hum bhi phulo se phulenge
jhulenge jhula dhundenge
aa aa

aa jhulo more lalna godi ka palna
jhulaye tohe jagmati maiya
kanhaiya jhulan ki aayi re bahar
jhulo re
sab dukh bhulo re
phulo se phulo re

dharti bhi jhule gaganwa bhi jhule
gaganwa bhi jhule
o manwa bhi jhule pawanwa bhi jhule
pawanwa bhi jhule
jhule sakal sansaar
kanhaiya jhulan ki aayi re bahar
jhulo re
sab dukh bhulo re
phulo se phulo re

O, thirst quencher of every heart,
Love, a swing, descends to play its part.
Love, a swing, arrived with grace,
The festival of swings embraces this space.
Swing, swing, swing.

Today, a day of union, a fair of hearts unfolds,
A fair of hearts.
In this world, on this day, none feels alone,
None feels alone.
Melding souls, minds entwined,
Love, a swing, its embrace defined,
The festival of swings, a vibrant design.
Swing, swing, swing, swing.

Where do you hide, friend of my heart,
My eyes, in their sadness, depart?
A sea of sorrow overflows,
We thirst, as the river flows.
O ho ho ho

Swings of the monsoon are set,
Swings of the monsoon are yet
To be filled, my love, have you forgotten, yet?
These eyes, with yours, forever met,
Goddess, I stand beneath your lashes, I get,
Swings of the monsoon are set.

You did not come, you've forgotten, it seems,
No flowers bloom in my courtyard's dreams.
Seeing me alone, my friends declare,
Why doesn’t the jasmine bloom there?
No vines adorn the mandap's frame,
My love, have you forgotten my name?
These eyes, with yours, forever claim,
Goddess, I stand beneath your lashes, this game,
Swings of the monsoon are set.

Your heart holds mine, it's true,
As a sesame seed within your eye, I imbue.
Without our meeting, this heart's delight,
Even the monsoon loses its light.
The peepal leaves, they fall and stray,
Until our eyes meet, come what may,
Swings of the monsoon will play.

Ah, in the garden, flowers bloom,
We, too, will bloom, and swing, consume,
And seek the swing of our heart,
Ah, ah.
Swing, my darling, in my arms you'll sway,
Mother will rock you every day,
Krishna, the joy of the swing's display,
Swing, all sorrows slip away,
Bloom like flowers, come what may.

The earth swings, the heavens sway,
The heavens sway, the heart will play,
The wind will swing, the breeze will bend,
The wind will swing, the world's end,
Krishna, the joy of the swing's display,
Swing, all sorrows slip away,
Bloom like flowers, come what may.