tusin kedi rutte aaye
mere ram jiyo
tusin kedi rutte aaye
mere ram jiyo
jado bagi phool kumbhalaye
mare ram jiyo

kithe so jat ang ang sade
rut jogan di holi
kithe so jat tan man sade
gayi pakuri holi
kithe so jat sawach chamba
chetar bechan aaye
mere ram jiyo

kithe so mere prabhu ji jagye
kanjak jind nimani
ninv pyaasi rup tarasa
peeke aayi pani
kithe so jat tardi babul
sade saath rachaye
mere ram jiyo

kithe so jat na tuk di te
sawan mahine bite
kithe so jat maeyka de asa
dip chamkiye phike
kithe so rutte te tusi yo na
kyu na aaye
mere ram jiyo
tusin kedi rutte aaye
mere ram jiyo

In what season did you arrive,
My Ram, my life?
In what season did you arrive,
My Ram, my life?
When the garden's blooms begin to fade,
My Ram, my life.

Where lies the fire in my limbs,
The season of a yogini's dance?
Where lies the fire in my soul and flesh,
The stone-cold Holi's trance?
Where is the painter, the savant of my soul,
Whose art has left me in this dance?
My Ram, my life.

Where is my Lord, to wake me now,
A maiden's soul, forlorn and wan?
My thirsty roots, a sculpted form,
Drinking life's first dawn.
Where is the ferryman, to guide me home,
To your loving hand?
My Ram, my life.

Where is that morsel, that nourishing touch,
As the monsoon months have flown?
Where is my mother's home, the hearth's embrace,
Where the lamps are dim, unknown?
In which season are you not here,
Why have you not yet come?
My Ram, my life.
In what season did you arrive,
My Ram, my life?