GUL BÁGICÁY RAUNGIIN HAOÁY
PARÁG BHESE JÁY KII NESHÁY
DIL DARIYÁY MADHUR MÁYÁY
KALIRÁ KII JENO KAYE JÁY
PARÁG BHESE JÁY KII NESHÁY
GUL BÁGICÁY RAUNGIIN HAOÁY
PARÁG BHESE JÁY KII NESHÁY
URDHVE CEYE ÁSMÁNI PHÚL
NIMNE TÁKÁY MÁTÁLO MAHUL
MUKH DEKHÁ DEKHI SE RE SURYAMUKHI
MADHU CHAŔIYE DEY AJÁNÁY
PARÁG BHESE JÁY KII NESHÁY
GUL BÁGICÁY RAUNGIIN HAOÁY
PARÁG BHESE JÁY KII NESHÁY
GÁNER BHÁŚAY KAY JE BULBUL
BUKER VYATHÁY CÁPE SHIMUL PHÚL
PHÁGUNE ÁGUN JHARIYE DVIGUŃA
PALÁSH ULLÁSE KENO MÁTÁY
PARÁG BHESE JÁY KII NESHÁY
GUL BÁGICÁY RAUNGIIN HAOÁY
PARÁG BHESE JÁY KII NESHÁY
What intoxicating fragrance
floats in the colourful breeze of the floral garden!
In the sweet charm of the stream of my heart,
what do the buds say?
Above, I behold an azure-coloured flower
and below, the intoxicating and white mahul flower.
The grand sunflower looks at me face to face,
scattering its sweetness unto the unknown.
The nightingale speaks in the language of songs.
The shimul flower can barely contain the craving of its heart.
In springtime,
why do the palash flowers remain intoxicated with enthusiasm,
doubling the amount of heat they radiate?