شرٛاوُن سوٗر تہٕ کوٚستوٗر کلٮؠو

شرٛاوُن سوٗر تہٕ کوٚستوٗر کلٮؠو

Shraawun soor te kostoor kalyaw

The monsoon has turned to dust, and the songbird has fallen mute

رنگہٕ بُلبُلس گٔیِم گلہِ زٮؠو

Range bulbulas geyam gali zew

The vibrant bulbul has entirely lost its voice

یاوُن سوٗر کُنہِ سٟتؠ نہٕ بَلٮؠو

Yaawun soor kuni seety na balyaw

When youth turns to ash, no earthly remedy can restore it

اَدٕ وَیَس نہٕ قند نابد تہٕ گٮؠو

Ada wayas na qand naabad te gyaw

And then fine sweets, crystal sugar, and rich ghee are of no use at all