ye phoolo ki khushbu ye chandi sa pani
mahakti fizaa me lahakti jawani

ye phoolo ki khushbu ye chandi sa pani
mahakti fizaa me lahakti jawani
tujhe dhundhti hai har ek rahguzar par
ab aaja ki hogi teri meharwani

uthi ghatiyo se wo kali ghataye
chali geet gati ye bheegi hawaye
uthi ghatiyo se wo kali ghataye
chali geet gati ye bheegi hawaye
chuaa sard jhoko ne aakar jo daman
barasne laga tan bhigone ko pani

ye phoolo ki khushbu ye chandi sa pani
ye bhanwaro ka phoolo se yun pyar karna
wo phoolo ka hil hil ke inkar karna
ye bhanwaro ka phoolo se yun pyar karna
wo phoolo ka hil hil ke inkar karna
ye sakho pe baithi hui chand chidiya
sunati ho jaise ki beeti kahani
ye phoolo ki khushbu ye chandi sa pani

The scent of blooms, the silvered stream,
Youth's vibrant pulse within the dream.

The scent of blooms, the silvered stream,
Youth's vibrant pulse within the dream,
Each path, it seeks, your trace to find,
Now come, your grace, to ease the mind.

From valley's heart, dark clouds arise,
While rain-soaked winds sing sweet surprise.
From valley's heart, dark clouds arise,
While rain-soaked winds sing sweet surprise,
The chilling breeze caresses all,
As rain descends, the spirit's prize.

The scent of blooms, the silvered stream,
Bees in love with floral gleam,
The blooms that sway, and softly deny,
Bees in love with floral gleam,
The blooms that sway, and softly deny,
Upon the boughs, small birds alight,
Recounting tales of days gone by,
The scent of blooms, the silvered stream.