Barasai Badariya Savan Ki
barasai badariyā sāvan kī, sāvan kī man bhāvan kī
It is raining in the month of Savan; I like the rain coming down.
sāvan meṅ umagyo mero manavā, bhanak sunī hari āvan kī
In Savan, my heart starts to pine; I hear the sound of Hari coming.
umad ̣ ghumad ̣ chahuṅ disase
āyo dāmaṇa damake jhar lāvan kī
The clouds have rolled in from all sides; lightening occurs and it pours.
nānhīṅ nānhīṅ būṅdan mehā barasai sītal pavan sohāvan kī
Tiny drops come from the clouds and I enjoy the cool breeze.
mīrā ke prabhu giradhar nāgar ānanda maṅgal gāvan kī
O lord of Mira, called Giradhar Nagar, The cloudy season is for singing joyfully.
Translation
It is raining in the month of Savan; I like the rain coming down.
In Savan, my heart starts to pine; I hear the sound of Hari coming.
The clouds have rolled in from all sides; lightening occurs and it pours.
Tiny drops come from the clouds and I enjoy the cool breeze.
O lord of Mira, called Giradhar Nagar, The cloudy season is for singing joyfully.
Notes
This can be sung in either Raga Megha or Raga Malhara in Tintal. The content of the song along with the proper raga can allow this song to be a bandish for this raga.