yahaan kokila nahian, kag haian, shor machate,
kale kale kit, bhramar ka bhram upajate.
kaliyaan bhi adhakhili, mili haian kantak-kul se,
ve paudhe, v pushp shushk haian athava jhulase.
parimal-hin parag dag sa bana p da hai,
ha! yah pyara bag khoon se sana p da hai.
o, priy rrituraj! kintu dhire se ana,
yah hai shok-sthan yahaan mat shor machana.
vayu chale, par mand chal se use chalana,
duahkh ki ahean sang u da kar mat le jana.
kokil gavean, kintu rag rone ka gavean,
bhramar karean guanjar kasht ki katha sunavean.
lana sang mean pushp, n hoan ve adhik sajile,
to sugandh bhi mand, os se kuchh kuchh gile.
kintu n tum upahar bhav a kar dikhalana,
smriti mean pooja hetu yahaan tho de bikharana.
komal balak mare yahaan goli kha kar,
kaliyaan unake liye girana tho di la kar.
ashaoan se bhare hriday bhi chhinn hue haian,
apane priy parivar desh se bhinn hue haian.
kuchh kaliyaan adhakhili yahaan isalie chadhana,
kar ke unaki yad ashru ke os bahana.
t dap t dap kar vriddh mare haian goli kha kar,
shushk pushp kuchh vahaan gira dena tum ja kar.
yah sab karana, kintu yahaan mat shor machana,
yah hai shok-sthan bahut dhire se ana.