Oh Dweller of the house, ah people!
Break open the doors, open the doors!


There is a spring stir! (Let's rejoice and dance in the harvest spree!)
On the soil, in the water, in the forest, there is a mad, spring stir !
A ruddy, wild laughter pervading everywhere

Amongst the ashok and paulash flowers.
An intoxication amidst the clouds of the morning sky
With new leaves leaving a bright splendour,

Break open the doors, open the doors!

The flute murmurs over the south wind in the forest

The butterflies dance gleefully in the grass
The honeybees return to their flowers
While their wings play a rare tune of the 'bina'( beggar's Beena)

The 'Madhobi' flower sings to the melody of the breeze
An invigorating, rejuvenating aroma permeates all around
Break open the doors, open the doors and rejoice in the Spring spree!