kahan chhupe ho man ke mitwa naina bhaye udase
chhalak raha hai sukh ka saagar, ham pyaase ke pyaase
ho ho
sawan ke jhule pade, sawan ke jhule pade
sainya ji hamen tum kahan bhule pade
yeh naina jo tumse lade gori ji
tori palakan ke niche khade
sawan ke jhule pade

tum nahi aaye hamko bhule
hamre angna phulwa naa phule
hamko akeli dekh saheli
kahti hai kyun naa khilti chameli
belariya naa mandve chadhe
sainya ji hamen tum kahan bhule pade
yeh naina jo tumse lade gori ji
tori palakan ke niche khade
sawan ke jhule pade

tore dil me hamra dil hai
jaise tore nain me til hai
hamre milan bin yeh manbhavan
sawan bhi toh kya hai sawan
pipal ke patve jhade
yeh tore-more jab tak naa naina lade
sawan ke jhule pade

Where do you hide, friend of my heart,
While my eyes weep, torn apart?
A sea of joy overflows,
Yet we thirst, as the parched earth knows.
Ho, ho!
The monsoon swings hang low,
Where have you strayed, my love, you know?
These eyes that battled yours of old,
Stand beneath your lashes, bold.
The monsoon swings hang low.

You haven't come, you've forgotten me,
No blossoms bloom upon my tree.
My friends, seeing me alone,
Ask why my jasmine hasn't grown.
The vines ascend no trellis grand,
Where have you strayed, across the land?
These eyes that battled yours of old,
Stand beneath your lashes, bold.
The monsoon swings hang low.

Your heart dwells in mine, it's true,
As a beauty mark on your eye, too.
Without our meeting, this heart's desire,
Even the monsoon, sets the soul afire.
The peepal leaves are falling slow,
Till our eyes meet, to and fro,
The monsoon swings hang low.