rang mahal hai rain hai sammukh sundar naar
ab kisko arpan kare git nratay singar
jaisi sundar naar tu vaisa hi singar
mai teri sangat karu le pag ghungharu dal

nav yovnar kaha mera maan
nav yovnar kaha mera maan
tu mere mere shabd aur swar me bandh ke ghunghru
mere shabd aur swar me bandh ke ghungharu
nach mayur saman nav yovnar kaha mera maan

rup ras ka karu kise daan
rup ras ka karu kise daan
yaha sab ras ke rasiya lobhi bhanvre
yaha sab ras ke rasiya lobhi bhanvre
ras ke rasiya lobhi bhanvre
madhur tuke man rup ras ka karu kise dan
nav yovnar kaha mera maan

kanth me tere bansi bole ang ang me chhand
kanth me tere bansi bole ang ang me chhand
rup kala ka dono ka sangam
sone maahi sungandh
rup kala ka dono ka sangam
sone maahi sungandh
baato se na chal jaye na pighal
tere mukh se sun ke apni prashansha man mera pashaan
rup ras ka karu kise dan
nav yovnar kaha mera maan

kavy mohini swar ka jadu dale amit prabha
kavy mohini swar ka jadu dale amit prabha
nahi gun ka nahi gun grahak ka jag me koi abhas
nahi gun ka nahi gun grahak ka jag me koi abhas
tu meri kalpna tu meri prenna
mai hun darpan darpan jaisa
dekhe kare bakhan
nav yovnar kaha mera man

A palace of hues, a night of rain, before me, beauty's form,
To whom shall I offer now, song, dance, and adornment's warm?
As fair as you, this finery gleams, a mirrored grace,
I dance in your company, bells upon my feet, in this sacred space.

My youthful bloom, where is my worth?
My youthful bloom, where is my worth?
Bind me, with your words and song, in a shimmering art,
Bind me, with your words and song, and set me apart,
Dance like a peacock, my youthful bloom, where is my worth?

To whom shall I offer the essence of form and taste?
To whom shall I offer the essence of form and taste?
Here, all are gourmand lovers, bees buzzing in haste,
Here, all are gourmand lovers, bees buzzing in haste,
gourmand lovers, bees buzzing in haste,
With sweet words, a fickle tune, to whom shall I offer this form,
My youthful bloom, where is my worth?

Your throat, a flute's lament, in every limb, a verse,
Your throat, a flute's lament, in every limb, a verse,
A fusion of beauty and art, a universe,
A fusion of beauty and art, a universe,
Gold in fragrance, a delicate curse,
Do not be deceived by words, nor let your heart disperse,
Listening to praise from your lips, my stone-like heart finds release,
To whom shall I offer the essence of form and taste?
My youthful bloom, where is my worth?

Poetry's enchantment, a spell of voice, an endless light,
Poetry's enchantment, a spell of voice, an endless light,
No recognition of merit, nor a discerning sight,
No recognition of merit, nor a discerning sight,
You are my imagination, my endless flight,
I am but a mirror, reflecting, bright,
Beholding, and proclaiming, a narrative bright,
My youthful bloom, where is my worth?