Bachan tihara sawan banké tan maruthal barsé ré
Man ka sukha patta mera hariyali ko tarsé ré
Jalti kaya pe jal kirpa das prabhu ka pawé hai
Man mera patjhar ka patta kaapé hai Prabhu kaapé hai
Man mera patjhar ka patta kaapé hai Prabhu kaapé hai
Tuphano ko tumné Prabhu ji shant kiya ha shant kiya
Geheré pani ki lehro ko daant diya phir daant diya
Tumhari komal vani sé mera dagmag man bal pawé hai
Man ka sukha patta mera hariyali rang pawé hai
Suralata suralata barnan gaaé sharana ka barnan
Suralata suralata barti jaaé
Dukhiyaari mei jagat se haari
Chod laaj aai sharan tihari
(Your words become the rains that drench this desert
This dried leaf of a soul longs for green
You bless with refreshing water,
This burning body of your servant
My heart, like an autumn leaf, quivers
You calmed the storms
You rebuked the waves
And now, again, from your words, my soul finds strength
And the dried leaf, that is my heart, becomes green again
I will try to describe your song as a vine that gives shelter
The suffering ones, who have lost this world’s race,
Cast off their shame, and fly to your feet)
