ruth gaye mose manmohan ab sawan ko kya karu
ruth gaye mose manmohan ab sawan ko kya karu
chhod chale mohe madhusudan ab madhuwan ko kya karu
chhod chale mohe madhusudan ab madhuwan ko kya karu
mor papiha koyal bairan
mor papiha koyal bairan jali ko aur jalaye re
jali ko aur jalye re
birahan aansu ki jamuna me
birahan aansu ki jamuna me pal pal dubi jaye re
pal pal dubi jaye re
rakh hui jal jal kar
un bin ab chandan ko kya karu
rakh hui jal jal kar
un bin ab chandan ko kya karu

gagan pe chanda jug jug jhanke
gagan pe chanda jug jug jhanke
shital aangan gaye re
shital aangan gaye re
kunj gali me gokul birhan
kunj gali me gokul birhan
ang ang murjhaye re
ang ang murjhaye re
main to hun sajan ki jogan ghar aangan ko kya karu
main to hun sajan ki jogan ghar aangan ko kya karu
ruth gaye mose manmohan ab sawan ko kya karu

My Beloved’s gone, and grieves my heart,
What shall I do with the season's start?
My Beloved’s gone, and grieves my heart,
What shall I do with the season's start?
Krishna has left, my honeyed one,
What shall I do with the sweet forest sun?

The peacock, the cuckoo, the nightingale's call,
Add fire to the flames, watching my soul fall,
Add fire to the flames, watching my soul fall.
In a river of tears, a widow I drown,
In a river of tears, a widow I drown.
Ashes I become, burning slow,
Without Him, what’s the use of sandalwood's glow?
Ashes I become, burning slow,
Without Him, what’s the use of sandalwood's glow?

The moon in the heavens, its ages it gleams,
Through the cool of the courtyard, singing its dreams,
Through the cool of the courtyard, singing its dreams.
In the lanes of the grove, a Gopi forlorn,
Each limb of my body, with sorrow is torn,
Each limb of my body, with sorrow is torn.
I am my Beloved's, a yogini true,
What shall I do with this house, and its view?
I am my Beloved's, a yogini true,
What shall I do with this house, and its view?
My Beloved’s gone, and grieves my heart,
What shall I do with the season's start?