KUSUM KORAKE JATA MADHU CHILO
KUSUM KORAKE JATA MADHU CHILO
KUSUM KORAKE JATA MADHU CHILO
MADHUKAR ESE NIYE GELO
AJÁNÁ KE SE MADHUKAR HESE
NIMEŚE HRDAY JINE NILO
MADHUKAR ESE NIYE GELO
JE KUSUME MADHUP NÁ ESECHE
TÁDER PÁPAŔI MALIN HOYECHE
JHAŔ JHAINJHÁY KÁNDIYÁ JHARECHE
BUJHITE PÁRENI KI JE HOLO
MADHUKAR ESE NIYE GELO
JÁDER KORAKE ÁJO MADHU ÁCHE
MANE PRÁŃE TÁRÁ GÁIYÁ CALECHE
ESO HE MADHUP, ESO HE ANUP
ÁSHÁ LATÁ KARO UCCHALO
MADHUKAR ESE NIYE GELO
KUSUM KORAKE JATA MADHU CHILO
MADHUKAR ESE NIYE GELO
The bee came
and took away all the honey
that had been kept preserved in the pollen of its flower.
Who is that unknown bee,
who smilingly conquers the heart in a moment?
The flower on which the bee does not come,
its petals become dirty.
It cries and withers away without knowing what happened.
Those flowers in which honey still remains today,
wholeheartedly sing:
O bee, O unequalled One,
make the creeper of my hope vibrant and enliven it!