Pour down, O rain of the world,
Thou art the rain of four continents.
The earth, thy beloved is waiting for thee,
The joyous peasants are waiting for thee;
The nostril-bored bullocks are waiting for thee,
Thy beloved people are waiting for thee,
Pour down O rain of the world.
The birds and beasts are waiting for thee;
Rivers and trees are all waiting for thee;
Pour down O dark clouds pour down;
And fill the ponds and lakes with water,
And bring happiness and joy to the world.
Translated from the Gujarati by Madhubhai Patel