san san san wo chali hawa ruk ruk kan me kuch kaha
san san san wo chali hawa ruk ruk kan me kuch kaha
naye arman jage naye tufan jage jhoke pe jhoka khaye jiya
san san san wo chali hawa ruk ruk kan me kuch kaha
jhoke pe jhoka khaye jiya

mahak gaya ji mera man mera tan ji ha ji hai
lat jo teri lahrayi bahak gaya ji bole dil mil
bole mil mil mil kitni buri rut aayi
purwaiya kare diwana dil chahe kahi ud jana
purwaiya kare diwana dil chahe kahi ud jana
san san san wo chali hawa ruk ruk kan me kuch kaha
naye arman jage naye tufan jage jhoke pe jhoka khaye jiya
san san san wo chali hawa

machal gaye re mane na sune na mane na na na nana na
lagte hai jhoke san san jahar chade re ye pawan dase re
ye pawan pawan dasti hai jaise nagin mar dala re mar dala
puwaiya kare matwala mar dala re mar dala
puwaiya kare matwala san san san wo chali hawa
ruk ruk kan me kuch kaha naye arman jage naye tufan jage
jhoke pe jhoka khaye jiyasan san san wo chali hawa

Whispering wind, a dance of unseen grace,
Pausing, sighing, secrets kissed in place.
New longings bloom, a tempest takes its hold,
Each gust a blow, the heart, a story told.
Whispering wind, a dance of unseen grace,
Each gust a blow, the heart, a story told.

My soul, it scents, my body, it's a plea,
Your tresses wave, and sway, and set me free.
My heart then speaks, in whispers, soft and low,
"Come, meet, oh meet!" The cruel season's flow.
The East Wind calls, the heart now yearns to fly,
The East Wind calls, the heart now yearns to die.
Whispering wind, a dance of unseen grace,
New longings bloom, a tempest takes its hold,
Each gust a blow, the heart, a story told.
Whispering wind.

It struggles now, it hears, yet won't obey,
It seeks not, fears not, "Come, no, do not stay!"
The gusts they strike, a venom takes its flight,
This hallowed air, a serpent in the night.
This wind, this wind, it stings like viper's kiss,
It slays, it slays, it steals all earthly bliss.
The East Wind calls, a drunkard, slain with care,
The East Wind calls, a death beyond compare.
Whispering wind, a dance of unseen grace,
Pausing, sighing, secrets kissed in place.
New longings bloom, a tempest takes its hold,
Each gust a blow, the heart, a story told.
Whispering wind.