Jag Ghoomeya, After having searched the world I found you in my heart.
Ketaki Gulab Juhi Champak Banna Phoole, The flowers Ketaki, Rose, Juhi and Champak blossom as if God were taking away the sorrows of this world.
Ketaki gulaab joohi, Champakban phoole, Rithu basanth apno kanth, The season of spring, our garland godi garwaa lagaay, is proud of her blossoms as a maiden. Julnaa mein baithe aj pee ke sang jhoole Bound together, the season and song sway with her. Ketaki gulaab joohi champakban phoole Gail gail kunj kunj, in the joyful forests guun bhanwaron ki goonj where bees make their home, raag rang ang ang, with melody Chhedat rasiyaa anang, come to spread honey among the flowers. Koyal ki pancham, upon hearing the song of the Koyel bird Suun dhuniyaa dhukh Bhoole, the world forgets its sorrow. Madhur madhur thori thori meethi bathiyon se gori, Providing sweetness in small doses Chit churaaye hasath jay, bees steal hearts with abandon. Chori kar sir jhukaaye, with their head bowed, they admit theiving. Seesh jhukaaye chanchal lat, Known for the characteristic, their demeanor acknowledges mischief, Gaalan ko chhoo le, all the while tempting us with promises of glory. Ketaki gulaab joohi Champakban phoole. The flowers of spring the Ketaki, Rose, Juhi and Champak bloom in the forests and delight the world.