Jaaon me thope balihari tumi mero man har leenu gareeb ki icha puran kar do , tumme tho gareenban, jaoon mai thope balihari..I surrender to You the fulfiller of the wishes of the poor with whom I am one. You who are the keeper of souls, I have met You.
Saban ki bundaniya,barsat ghan ghore bijari chamakat dhamakat, daas nanila nalita rajat,mor kare shor, saban ki bundaniya barsat ghan ghore…saban ki…In its season, the drops of rain cover the earth. Lightning illumines the sky making everyday bright. The servant of God is pleased. In season of the peacocks raindrops will cover the earth.