ek roopvati sati ban me khadi
sarso se saji gajro se jadi
kali jispe padi kaliyo ki ladi
jise chede latao ki chal chadi
tikhe nain uske chitwan thi khadi
tikhe nain uske chitwan thi khadi
jis or padi jhakjhor padi
ek roopvati sati ban me khadi
sarso se saji gajro se jadi

lagi ankhiyan se aasuwan ki jhadi
lagi ankhiyan se aasuwan ki jhadi
tapowan meshakunta pukare khadi
tapowan meshakunta pukare khadi
dushant piya dushant piya
mujh birhan ka kya ant piya
mujh birhan ka kya ant piya
dhushan piya dushant piya
lagi ankhiyan se aaswan ki jhadi
tapowan meshakunta pukare khadi

A vision, chaste, in the forest's keep,
Adorned in mustard, secrets to sleep.
Garlands of jasmine, a fragrant design,
On petals, a chain, where shadows entwine.
Whisking tendrils, a playful caress,
Her gaze, a keen arrow, a soul's distress.
Where her eyes fell, a tremor did rise,
A vision, chaste, beneath sorrowful skies.
Adorned in mustard, where dreams gently lie.

From her eyes flowed a sorrowful rain,
From her eyes flowed a torrent of pain.
Shakuntala cried, in the hermitage bare,
Shakuntala cried, consumed by despair.
Dushyant, my love, Dushyant, my guide,
What fate has decreed for a heart cast aside?
What end awaits a love’s fading fire?
Dushyant, my love, my deep desire.
From her eyes flowed a torrent of pain,
Shakuntala cried, in the hermitage plain.