A drunken monsoon arrives, bringing a season of joy,
My heart, swaying, begins to sing.
The papiha cries "pee-pee," pouring nectar in my ears,
Love starts to hum within my breaths, starts to hum,
Oh, ho, the drunken monsoon arrives.
Who has stirred the melody of the flute, the dance spread in my breaths?
Who has filled innocent gestures with colors unknown?
The cuckoo, the jasmine, must be your mad lovers,
Who this calls from afar,
Oh, ho, the drunken monsoon arrives.
The water jars move, the clouds shower, yet why are your eyes thirsty?
You are thirsty for the meeting of the beloved, why don't you understand a little?
These cool, cool sighs, lost gazes,
Say someone has begun to yearn, oh, ho, the drunken monsoon arrives.
Walk carefully, lest you be robbed on the paths of love's city,
Today, the desire to die for someone has awakened in my eyes.
These swaying branches, these intoxicated strides,
My body and mind begin to falter,
My body and mind begin to falter.
The papiha cries "pee-pee," pouring nectar in my ears,
Love starts to hum within my breaths,
Oh, ho, the drunken monsoon arrives, the drunken monsoon arrives.
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