रंग रंग के फूल खिले

There are numerous flowers in a multitude of colors but none appeals to me. Come back to me now, my love.

Like the lonely flying insect dancing around the lamp alone, no one is with me. Come back to me now, my lover

I have been searching for you under a canopy of stars, and even upon seeing how many thorns in my feet you still did not make an appearance, O cruel one. You have become a stranger, living in our village.

It seems like my life is without love and without a lover; alone and so sad. Come back to me now, my lover

In the garden, there are waves of flowers. And, for the fair, all preparations are being made. But when will we two come together? Even all those girls carrying water and helping out have met their beloved.

But I am living far far away, in separation, and lest I become tired of living come back to me now, my love.

How to ask playful lovers questions when you are surrounded by your girlfriends my moon, when will these girlfriends go away? My nights are so barren, alone.

I cannot sleep all night long. My kangna calls for you, Come back to me now, my love.