Come, my Beloved, oh come, Beloved, come,
Hear the heart's instrument tuning, hear its song.
The monsoon's season arrives, Beloved,
The monsoon's season has come.
The monsoon's season arrives, Beloved,
The monsoon's season has come.
Drizzle, drizzle, clouds now weep,
Drizzle, drizzle, clouds descend and steep.
My soul aches for your embrace,
My spirit yearns for your face.
Come, delay not, come without pause,
Let hearts entwine, defying all laws.
Let hearts entwine, let spirits meet,
The monsoon's season is sweet.
The monsoon's season arrives, Beloved,
The monsoon's season has come.
Oh, sing, cuckoo, sing your call,
Sing, cuckoo, sing, enchant us all,
Sing sweet melodies, soft and low,
Sing songs of love, let the true feelings flow.
Sing songs of joy, sing songs of glee,
The monsoon's season, wild and free.
The monsoon's season arrives, Beloved,
The monsoon's season has come.
The monsoon's season arrives, Beloved,
The monsoon's season has come.
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