Bachan tihara sawan bank' tan maruthal bars' r'
Man ka sukha patta mera hariyali ko tars' r'
Jalti kaya pe jal kirpa das prabhu ka paw' hai
Man mera patjhar ka patta kaap' hai Prabhu kaap' hai
Man mera patjhar ka patta kaap' hai Prabhu kaap' hai
Tuphano ko tumn' Prabhu ji shant kiya ha shant kiya
Geher' pani ki lehro ko daant diya phir daant diya
Tumhari komal vani s' mera dagmag man bal paw' hai
Man ka sukha patta mera hariyali rang paw' hai
Suralata suralata barnan gaa' sharana ka barnan
Suralata suralata barti jaa'
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)