sath mere hai sath mere hai
sanwariya phulo ki baje bansuriya
gaye re jiyra gaye re
dekho chanda muskuraye re sath mere hai
sanwariya phulo ki baje bansuriya
gaye re jiyra gaye re
dekho chanda muskuraye

mera nanha najuk jita dole
mera nanha najuk jita dole
jaise nayiya lahro pe haule
khaye khaye jawani bal khaye sath mere hai
sanwariya phulo ki baje bansuriya
gaye re jiyra gaye re
dekho chanda muskuraye re sath mere hai
sanwariya phulo ki baje bansuriya
gaye re jiyra gaye re
dekho chanda muskuraye

kya mphabbat bhara ye sama hai
haye sama hai
kya mphabbat bhara ye sama hai
haye sama hai
dil piya ji hamara jawa hai
pas rah rah ke hame tadpaye
pas rah rah ke hame tadpaye re sath mere hai
sanwariya phulo ki baje bansuriya
gaye re jiyra gaye re
dekho chanda muskuraye re sath mere hai
sanwariya phulo ki baje bansuriya
gaye re jiyra gaye re
dekho chanda muskuraye

machal padte hai ab dil ke arman
aao kar le mphabbat ke paiman
aisi rate aisi rate aisi rate aisi rate
yu hii na beet jaye re sath mere hai
sanwariya phulo ki baje bansuriya
gaye re jiyra gaye re
dekho chanda muskuraye

With me, He is with me,
My dark beloved, a flute of flowers he plays,
My soul sings, it sings,
See, the moon smiles, with me.
My dark beloved, a flute of flowers he plays,
My soul sings, it sings,
See, the moon smiles.

My tender, fragile heart trembles,
My tender, fragile heart trembles,
Like a boat, gently on the waves,
Youth blooms, it blooms, with me.
My dark beloved, a flute of flowers he plays,
My soul sings, it sings,
See, the moon smiles, with me.
My dark beloved, a flute of flowers he plays,
My soul sings, it sings,
See, the moon smiles.

What love-filled is this moment,
Oh, this moment!
What love-filled is this moment,
Oh, this moment!
My heart, my beloved is young,
Near, tormenting me, with me.
My dark beloved, a flute of flowers he plays,
My soul sings, it sings,
See, the moon smiles, with me.
My dark beloved, a flute of flowers he plays,
My soul sings, it sings,
See, the moon smiles.

Now, desires of the heart stir,
Come, let us make vows of love,
These nights, these nights, these nights, these nights,
Let them not pass in vain, with me.
My dark beloved, a flute of flowers he plays,
My soul sings, it sings,
See, the moon smiles.