Ghiri Ghiri aayi kari badariya piya nahi aayae mai kya karun guuian, the thunder storm arrived bringing rain drops that did not have the beloved with it. What am I to do virtuous ones? Bagon mai panchi bol rahi hai, in gardens birds speak, manva mora dol rahi hai, my heart is troubled rim jhim barse, rim jhim barse boodariya listening to the pitter patter of rain drops piya nahi aayae mai kya karun guuian. What are we to do Beloved?
