APSARÁ ESECHE
PHULER PÁNE SE JE JÁY
JÁY JÁY JÁY
MAN KE CINATE SE JÁNE PRIITI
BHARÁ MAN DEKHE DHÁY
DHÁY, DHÁY, DHÁY
PHÚLERÁ CEYE CHILO YUGA YUGA DHARE
MADHUTE CEYECHILO NITE ÁPANÁR KARE
TÁDER SAKAL ÁSHÁ PÚRŃA KARE
APSARÁ ÁNKHI MELE CÁY, CÁY, CÁY, CÁY
MÁNAVA MANETE JATA ÁSHÁ CHILO LÚKIYE
VÁSANÁ KÁMANÁ CHILO MARMA NILAYE
SAKAL KATHÁ BHEVE PRIITI D́HELE DIYE
APSARÁ ANURÁGE GÁY, GÁY, GÁY, GÁYA
APSARÁ ESECHE
PHULER PÁNE SE JE JÁY
JÁY JÁY JÁY
The nymph came
and approached the flowers.
It recognised the minds,
and, full of love, rushed onto them.
For ages,
the flowers had wanted to make the honey their own.
To fulfil their desires,
the nymph aspired to open their eyes.
On all the desires,
that had been kept hidden in the human mind
it poured love
and sang with affection.