Paanee re paanee

O water! O water, what color do You have? It’s the same color in which You are mixed.

Some people in this world live like this also. They just eat dry food and drink cool water (and become what they eat and drink). But, with just a sip of You, one gets heavenly satisfaction.

When You mix with the Ganges, You become the pure Gangajal; When You mix with the clouds, You become rain-fall. Monsoon is here, rain is falling; as if it is covered with fire my prime youth seems to be melting because of it; Raindrops are falling through the hole in the roof, and living life has become difficult. O water, what color do You have? It’s like the hunger and thirst of a starved ones

But You, even when mixed with anything, Your presence outshines; Tet when You wash out over one’s hopes, Your color can’t be understood. It seems as if a blooming flower bud is being reminded of autumn. O water, what color do You have? It’s like a hope of living for a hundred years