bakshna har khata laadlo
aayegi ye sadaye mere baad
her khushi tum pr ho meharba
aayegi fir bahaare mere baad
jindagi ke mele hoge nahi kam
jindagi ke mele kabhi na honge kam
aayega mausam, jaayega mausam
aayega mausam, jaayega mausam

Forgive each fault, my beloved,
This echo will resound when I am gone.
May joy embrace you, tenderly,
And spring’s embrace bloom, after dawn.

The fairs of life will never fade,
The vibrant markets, never cease their sway.
Seasons will come, seasons will go,
Seasons will come, then slip away.