uff ye mausam khushnuma
ye fiza ye rut jawan
uff ye mausam khushnuma
ye fiza ye rut jawan
aur sanam ho bhola katil
samjhe na dil ki juban
to koi kya kare koi kya kare
uff ye mausam khushnuma

haye julmi najar ye kya kar gayi
nash nash me nasha ye bhar gayi
arey raam kasam mai to mar gayi
dil pe yu jab gaye gir pade bijaliya
aur sanam ho bhola katil
samjhe na dil ki juban
to koi kya kare koi kya kare
uff ye mausam khushnuma

ye mai kaise kahu mere dilruba
madhosh jawa meri ye ada
lehra ke ye jalim bole kya
jab kabhi yun uthe dil me ye aandhiya
aur sanam ho bhola katil
samjhe na dil ki juban
to koi kya kare koi kya kare

uff ye mausam khushnuma
ye fiza ye rut jawan
uff ye mausam khushnuma
ye fiza ye rut jawan
aur sanam ho bhola katil
samjhe na dil ki juban
to koi kya kare koi kya kare

Ah, this exquisite season,
this air, this youthful time,
ah, this exquisite season,
this air, this youthful time,
and my beloved, so sweetly cruel,
understands not the tongue of the heart.
So what is one to do, what can one do?
Ah, this exquisite season.

Alas, what has this cruel glance done,
intoxication filling every vein?
Oh, by Rama, I am undone,
when lightning strikes and falls upon the heart.
And my beloved, so sweetly cruel,
understands not the tongue of the heart.
So what is one to do, what can one do?
Ah, this exquisite season.

How can I say, my heart's beloved,
my intoxicating youth, this very grace?
What does this tyrant whisper, swaying?
When such storms arise within the heart.
And my beloved, so sweetly cruel,
understands not the tongue of the heart.
So what is one to do, what can one do?

Ah, this exquisite season,
this air, this youthful time,
ah, this exquisite season,
this air, this youthful time,
and my beloved, so sweetly cruel,
understands not the tongue of the heart.
So what is one to do, what can one do?