The Harvest of Spring

سۄنس موٚل چُھ سۄنَتھ وقتس

Sonas mol chu sonath waktas

In the season of spring, time is as precious as pure gold

تیٚلہِ کم بختس نِنٛدٕر پیٚیی

Teli kambakhtas ninder peyey

Yet the unfortunate wretch wastes it in heedless slumber

یِم تیار روٗدِس پانژن وقتن

Yim tayaar roodis paantsan waqtan

But those who remain vigilant and steadfast in the five daily prayers

تِمن تتہِ سۄنہٕ سُند تاج مۄختو ژھٮؠے

Timan tati sone sund taaj mokhtaw tshyay

For them, a crown of gold and a radiant canopy of pearls awaits in the Hereafter!