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Phoollai Sodhen

फूललाई सोधेँ कहाँ गयो, कता गयो भमरा?
फूललाई सोधेँ कहाँ गयो, कता गयो भमरा?
लजाएर फूलले भन्यो, कहाँ गयो, कता लाग्यो
मेरो मन चोरिलग्यो त्यसैले, बैगुनीले

वनलाई सोधेँ कहाँ भाग्यो बादल?
वनलाई सोधेँ कहाँ भाग्यो बादल?
सुसाएर वनले भन्यो कहाँ गयो, कता लाग्यो
मेरो तन रुझाएर पानीले, बेइमानीले
मेरो मन चोरीलग्यो त्यसैले, बैगुनीले

गोरेटोलाई मैले सोधेँ कहाँ गयो बटुवा?
गोरेटोलाई मैले सोधेँ कहाँ गयो बटुवा?
समाएर उसले भन्यो कहाँ गयो, कता लाग्यो
मेरो मन चोरीलग्यो त्यसैले, बैगुनीले

खोला भन्छ निर्मोहीको त्यो मोहले नै गर्दा
बैँस गयो, उमेर गयो, खोजी हिँड्नुपर्दा
भेट्छु होला निष्ठुरीलाई त्यो घुम्तीतिर भनि
खोजी हिँड्छ अभागी त्यो बतासले पनि
कठै बरा, कसलाई होला बुझ्नै सकिन मैले
बित्यो युग यहाँ पर्खेको, अझै छैन फर्केको

फूललाई सोधेँ कहाँ गयो, कता गयो भमरा?
फूललाई सोधेँ कहाँ गयो, कता गयो भमरा?
लजाएर फूलले भन्यो, कहाँ गयो, कता लाग्यो
मेरो मन चोरीलग्यो त्यसैले, बैगुनीले

Phoollai Sodhen

My darling, I asked the flower, "Where did the bee go, where did it go?"
My darling, I asked the flower, "Where did the bee go, where did it go?"
Blushing, the flower said, "Where did it go, where did it run?"
"He stole my heart, that fickle bee."

My darling, I asked the forest, "Where did the cloud run away?"
My darling, I asked the forest, "Where did the cloud run away?"
Sighing, the forest said, "Where did it go, where did it vanish?"
"It stole my breath, that fickle rain."
"He stole my heart, that fickle bee."

My darling, I asked the path, "Where did the traveler go?"
My darling, I asked the path, "Where did the traveler go?"
Smiling, the path said, "Where did he go, where did he roam?"
"He stole my heart, that fickle bee."

The river says, "It's the unfeeling soul's love that did this."
"Youth is gone, age has come, and I still search for her."
"I will find my cruel love at that bend," it says.
"The wind, too, searches for her on my behalf."
"Alas, I cannot understand who she is."
"An age has passed in waiting, and still she has not returned."

My darling, I asked the flower, "Where did the bee go, where did it go?"
My darling, I asked the flower, "Where did the bee go, where did it go?"
Blushing, the flower said, "Where did it go, where did it run?"
"He stole my heart, that fickle bee."