O on the blue horizon
Today the fire of flowers flares!
O the flame of the
Scent of spring rises!
O the sky is is flaring
The sun rays are bound!
O do I understand
Asked for itself
It did
To the Earth!
Thus rose
As the blossom
In the field of mustard!
O in the blue horizons
My streak of sorrow
Shows itself
O the words of heart
Of long times
Arise!
O comes the wind
That gets lost
O the wind of which phaguna?
O I understand
It asks for itself
From that phaguna!
Thus rises as a wave
In the fields of mustard
O on the blue horizons!

O in the new joy of phagun
O am I weaving a song
In a tune!
O the forest path
He hears the sounds
The blessed beauty
Of the kokila!
O the forest filled
With the fragrance
Of the bakula!
O the honey filled spell
Of the madhavi blossoms
Fills the horizons
With varied colors!
O my words pick up
The buds of palash!
O I will tie them
Around your
Forehead!
O in the new joy of phaguna!