TOMÁRI ÁSHE BASE BASE
PHÚL JHARE JÁY
RAUNGIIN MUKUL DULATO DODUL
BÚK BHARÁ ÁSHÁY
PHÚL JHARE JÁY
GRIIŚMA GELO VARŚÁ GELO
SHARAT HEMANTA SHIITTAO GELO
VASANTA KII CALE JÁBE
SHUKIYE HATÁSHÁY
PHÚL JHARE JÁY
E MADHU MÁS TOMÁR TARE
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E MADHU MÁS TOMÁR TARE
KISHALAYE ÁCHE BHARE
INDRA DHANU BÁJÁY VEŃU
NABHAH NIILIMÁY
PHÚL JHARE JÁY
TOMÁRI ÁSHE BASE BASE
PHÚL JHARE JÁY
Sitting and sitting with Your hope,
flowers wither away.
Colourful buds oscillate on the swing,
with hearts full of hope.
Summer has passed,
the rainy season is over,
prewinter autumn and winter also have passed.
Will my spring also wither away,
drying up in disappointment?
This spring is for You,
and is filled with tender leaves.
A rainbow plays the flute in the blue sky.