wa ji wa kya dhrsan hai, kya rup hai
dhan hogi aakhe lovely bhut achhi beautiful
dekho ye raag puri dhanshri hai isme sub devat nahi lagta
komal devat lagta agar aap isme komal devat lagaye gi
puri dhaneshri puri kalyani ho jaye ge
hoye band kro, hum yaha sangeet ka ras or prem bhao
samja rahe hai tum ho yaha char char laga rakhi hai
payalia jhnkaar mori, payalia jhnkar mori
stupid idit phool murkh mahamurkh
payalia jhnkar
guusa mat kro, lagao apna sudh devat koi baat nahi

Behold, a vision, a form divine, a grace unveiled,
Blessed are the eyes that behold, beauty's tale.
This raga, a Dhanashree, yet incomplete,
Lacking the touch of a gentle, not harsh, beat.

A tender Dhaivat, a whispered, soft plea,
If you embrace it, Kalyani it will be.
Hush now, silence, the clamor must cease,
We speak of music, of love, of inner peace.
And you, with your chatter, your endless refrain…
"My anklets jingle, my anklets again!"
Stupid, an idiot, a fool's empty show,
"My anklets jingle," where true feelings don't grow.

Do not be angered, release the harsh hold,
Let your Dhaivat ring pure, a story untold.