sundar sundar mausam mausam
sundar sundar mausam mausam
bhiga bhiga hain ye tan man
koi mujhe apni baho me le ke
chume chahe pyar kare
chahku bahku lahku jhumu
chahku bahku lahku jhumu
ha chahku bahku lahku jhumu
naahcu gaau ko jaau
koi mujhe apni baho me le ke
chume chahe pyaar kare
sundar sundar mausam mausam
bhiga bhiga hain ye tan man

sundar sundar mausam mausam
bhiga bhiga hain ye tan man
kali phul banane ko aatul
bahut machalta hain uska man
san san san san karta hai ye man
aag se jalta mera ye badan
aao pritam paas to aao
khushiyo ki barat to laao

sundar sundar mausam mausam
bhiga bhiga hain ye tan man
bhaunra karta hain bhun bhun bhun bhun
kaliya baithi hain ban than ban than

sundar sundar mausam mausam
bhiga bhiga hain ye tan man
kali phul banane ko aatul
bahut machalta hain uska man
san san san san karta hai ye man
aag se jalta mera ye badan
aao pritam paas to aao
khushiyo ki barat to laao

sundar sundar mausam mausam
bhiga bhiga hain ye tan man
log kahe ye kaisa hain rang dhang
main to maangu piya ki sang
sundar sundar mausam mausam
bhiga bhiga hain ye tan man
log kahe ye kaisa hain rang dhang
main to maangu piya ki sang

sundar sundar mausam mausam
bhiga bhiga hain ye tan man
sundar sundar mausam mausam
bhiga bhiga hain ye tan man
log kahe ye kaisa hain rang dhang
main to maangu piya ki sang

Beautiful, beautiful, the season's sway,
Beautiful, beautiful, come what may.
Drenched, drenched, is this body and soul,
Let someone in arms enfold,
Kiss me, or love me with all their art.
I'll chirp, I'll wander, I'll laugh, I'll sway,
Chirp, wander, laugh, sway, all the way!
Yes, chirp, wander, laugh, and sway!
Dance, sing, where shall I roam?
Let someone in arms enfold,
Kiss me, or love me to make me whole.
Beautiful, beautiful, the season's sway,
Drenched, drenched, is this body and soul.

Beautiful, beautiful, the season's grace,
Drenched, drenched, in time and space.
The bud, yearning to bloom as flower,
Its heart throbs with urgent power.
The mind hums, a wind's soft song,
My body burns, where I belong.
Come, my beloved, draw near,
Bring a procession of joy, my dear.

Beautiful, beautiful, the season's art,
Drenched, drenched, within the heart.
The bumblebee hums his tune,
Blossoms preen beneath the moon.

Beautiful, beautiful, the season's grace,
Drenched, drenched, in time and space.
The bud, yearning to bloom as flower,
Its heart throbs with urgent power.
The mind hums, a wind's soft song,
My body burns, where I belong.
Come, my beloved, draw near,
Bring a procession of joy, my dear.

Beautiful, beautiful, the season's song,
Drenched, drenched, where I belong.
They ask, "What is this display?"
I crave my love's embrace, come what may.
Beautiful, beautiful, the season's grace,
Drenched, drenched, in time and space.
They ask, "What is this display?"
I crave my love's embrace, come what may.

Beautiful, beautiful, the season's tune,
Drenched, drenched, beneath the moon.
Beautiful, beautiful, the season's play,
Drenched, drenched, come what may.
They ask, "What is this display?"
I crave my love's embrace, come what may.