ÁYE HO TUM, ÁYE HO TUM
YUGON KE BÁD PYÁRE
PAPIHÁ BOLE KOYAL BOLE
BOLATE HAEN MAOR MO RE
ÁYE HO TUM
YUGON KE BÁD PYÁ RE
JIN DINON SE LIILÁ TUMHÁ RII
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
JIN DINON SE LIILÁ TUMHÁ RII
UNHI DINON SE PUKÁR ME RII
ROTII HAEN ANKHIYÁ ÁNSÚ BHA RII
JHÚMATE HAEN MAN SÁ RE
ÁYE HO TUM
YUGON KE BÁD PYÁ RE
HAE NAHII ME RII TAPASYÁ
INJOR NÁHII HAE AMÁVASYÁ
RAH GAYII SIRFA EK HII CIKIRŚÁ
BANU CARAŃ REŃU TUMHÁ RE
ÁYE HO TUM
YUGON KE BÁD PYÁ RE
O dear Lord
You have come after eras.
The nightingale, cuckoo and peacock
sing to me of Your arrival.
The day from which Your divine game commenced
from that very day itself
my yearning started.
My eyes are weeping, filled with tears.
The minds of all are swinging.
I have no power of austerity.
There is no light, the night is dark.
Now, one ardent desire only is left...
that I may become dust of Your feet.