MEGHER GÁYE RAUNGA DHARECHE
RAVIRA PRIITI KII E
SHISHIR KAŃÁ JHALAMALIYE
UT́HE ÁJI KII NIYE
RAVIRA PRIITI KII E
MEGHER GÁYE RAUNGA DHARECHE
RAVIRA PRIITI KII E
SURABHI JE PHÚLE ÁCHE NIJER
TÁ NAY PHÚL BUJHECHE
SAORABHA JE BHARE DIYECHE
GAORAVA TÁKE JÁNIYE
RAVIRA PRIITI KII E
MEGHER GÁYE RAUNGA DHARECHE
RAVIRA PRIITI KII E
MADHU JE ÁJ BÚKE BHARÁ
VISHVA SABHÁY SVAYAMBARÁ
HOLO SE TÁR GUŃE BHARÁ
TÁRI GIITI SHUNIYE
RAVIRA PRIITI KII E
MEGHER GÁYE RAUNGA DHARECHE
RAVIRA PRIITI KII E
The clouds sing amidst colours.
Such is the love of the sun.
Why did dewdrops start shining today?
The flowers do not understand
that the fragrance that appears
emanates from themselves.
It is for the glory of Him who filled them with fragrance.
This should be known.
The honey that lies today in their core,
self-selects from amongst the congregation of the world.
It is filled with His attributes.
His song is to be listened to.