Gularie Kay Phool

Refrain

Gūlarī ke phūl Rāmā, gūlarī ke phūl

The Gulari flower, O Lord Rama, the rare Gulari flower!

Khetwā mė jhūle ho lahariyā, balam

In the fields, my beloved, the crops rock and sway in the breeze,

Hoige gūlarī ke phūl

Has my love blossomed like the elusive Gulari flower?

Balwā mė gajarā sobhe, ankhiyā mė kajarā

My hair is decorated with fragrant flower garlands, and dark kohl beautifies my eyes,

Māthe sobhe re ṭikuliyā, balam

A shimmering bindi adorns my forehead, my beloved...

Khetwā mė jhūle ho lahariyā, balam

In the fields, the waves sway to and fro in the wind,

Hoige gūlarī ke phūl

Has my love blossomed like the rare Gulari flower?

Tohare balam bairī devar laharī

My handsome beloved has turned distant, while my playful brother-in-law is enticed,

Bichwā mė laṛ gai najariyā, balam

Right in the middle of the field, our gazes met, my beloved...

Khetwā mė jhūle ho lahariyā, balam

In the fields, the waves sway to and fro in the wind,

Hoige gūlarī ke phūl

Has my love blossomed like the rare Gulari flower?

Goṛe mė pāyal bāje hāthon mė kanganā

Anklets chime on my feet and bangles ring upon my hands,

Chānd se chamke jawaniyā, balam

My youth shines as radiantly as the moon, my beloved...

Khetwā mė jhūle ho lahariyā, balam

In the fields, the waves sway to and fro in the wind,

Hoige gūlarī ke phūl

Has my love blossomed like the rare Gulari flower?