bahaaron ko bulaya, nadiya ko bhi manaya
minnate ki tab wo gungunaai
phulon ko khushbu baanti, shabnam ko bhi rachaya
shipiyon ko saahil pe bulaya
aaya wo usne kaha
dekho aane pe mere badlte hain mausam
bahaaron ko, nadiya ko bhi manaya
minnate ki tab wo gungunaai

baarisho ko mangaya, nakhare dhup ke uthaaye
aur hava ko sandesha bhijvaya
chandani ki chashni me, ek ek lamha bhi gaya
raat ko bhi surmai banaya
aaya wo usne kaha
dekho aane pe mere badlte hain mausam
bahaaron ko bulaya, nadiya ko bhi manaya
minnate ki tab wo gungunaai

I beckoned Spring, I wooed the river's flow,
Implored until her murmurs softly grew.
I scattered scent among the blooms below,
And painted dew upon the morning hue.
I called the oysters to the shoreline's grace.
He came, and said, with voice a whispered art,
"Behold, with my arrival, seasons change their face."
I beckoned Spring, I wooed the river's heart.

I summoned rains, endured the sun's caprice,
And sent the wind a whispered, coded plea.
In moonlight's syrup, every moment's bliss,
The night itself composed a melody.
He came, and said, his essence filled the air,
"Behold, with my arrival, seasons change their guise."
I beckoned Spring, I wooed the river's prayer,
Implored until her murmurs reached the skies.