preet me hai jeevan jukho
ke jaise phoolon me sarso
preet me hai jeevan jokho ke jaise
bhor suhani chanchal balak ladkaayi dikhlaye
haath se baitha kahe khilaune paanv se todat jaaye
bhor suhani chanchal balak ladkaayi dikhlaye
haath se baitha kahe khilaune paanv se todat jaaye
woh to hai woh to hai ik moorakh baalak
tu to nhi na raam
woh to hai woh to hai ik moorakh baalak
tu to nhi na raam
aap banaye aap bigade yeh nahi teri shaan
yeh nahi teri shaan

Love is life, a blossoming pain,
Like mustard flowers in fields of rain.
Love is life, a hurt that blooms,
Like dawn's embrace, the child consumes.

Morning bright, a playful guise,
A child's sweet, fleeting surprise.
Sits and says, then breaks the toy,
Morning bright, with childish joy.
Sits and says, then breaks the toy,

He is, he is a foolish child,
But you, O Ram, are not beguiled.
He is, he is a foolish child,
But you, O Ram, are not defiled.

You create, you then destroy,
Such power is not your employ,
Not your employ.