maye ni maye nere gita ede naina vich
birhu hundi rad nu pawe
aadhi aadhi raata vich
rond mere mitra nu maye sanu
need na pawe

bebe sundgndhyan vich
bana pechan ni naa de
bebe sundgndhyan vich
bana pechan ni naa de
tawe saadi peed na pawe
kose kose sahanji
kara to chakor maye
saagu sanu khandnu pawe

aape ni me baldi
main haale matha joge
mt keda is nu dawe
aankh suni maye ayenu
roye ful chith kenu
jag jit sunn naa lage

aankh roye aadhi aadhi
raat moye mitra nu
aankh roye aadhi aadhi
raat moye mitra nu
unchi unchi na na lawe
mt sade moya pincho
jag sade sarikha wani
gita nu chandra kawe
maye ni maye nere gita ede naina vich
birhu hundi rad nu pawe

Mother, oh mother, in my Gita's eyes,
Longing burns, a searing fire that cries,
In the midnight hours, a torment deep,
My friends are lost, and slumber will not keep.

Beneath the scents, a hidden face,
A secret known, I cannot embrace,
Beneath the scents, the recognition denied,
My pain unheard, my spirit cast aside.
A gentle touch, a guiding light,
To whom shall I turn, in darkest night?
Like a moon-gazing bird, I yearn to be free,
To crumble and fall, eternally.

I am but a flame,
A tender, fragile plea.
I am but a flame,
To whom shall I give the plea?
What shade is this, it cannot be,
My eyes have seen,
The flowers weep,
The world now seems no more.

My eyes weep through the midnight's haze,
For friends I've lost in bygone days,
My eyes weep through the midnight's haze,
They'll cast me away in their own ways.
Do not let me scorch,
For after death, the world will burn,
My Gita,
The moon they yearn.
Mother, oh mother, in my Gita's eyes,
Longing burns, a searing fire that cries.