अगर वे मुझे कोई खजाना दे दें, तो मेरा खजाना बहुत छोटा होगा: मैं इसे कल ही सब कुछ खो सकता हूँ और मुझे इसकी बिल्कुल भी परवाह नहीं होगी। लेकिन प्रिय, अगर मैं तुम्हारा प्यार खो बैठूं, तो मैं नहीं जानता कि मैं क्या करूंगा, क्योंकि मैं जानता हूँ कि मुझे तुम्हारे जैसा दूसरा कभी नहीं मिलेगा।

If they gave me a fortune, My treasure would be small: I could lose it all tomorrow And never mind at all. But if I should lose your love, dear, I don't know what I'd do, For I know I'll never find another you.

If they gave me a fortune, My treasure would be small: I could lose it all tomorrow And never mind at all. But if I should lose your love, dear, I don't know what I'd do, For I know I'll never find another you.

Tone: Romantic Sentiment: Positive Type: Romantic 98%

आसमान में ऊंचे पंख फैलाए एक पक्षी उड़ रहा है, कृपया मुझे अपने साथ ले चलो, इस शोरगुल भरी भीड़ से बहुत-बहुत दूर, कृपया मुझे अपने साथ ले चलो।

High in the sky is a bird on a wing Please carry me with you Far far away from the mad rushing crowd Please carry me with you.

High in the sky is a bird on a wing Please carry me with you Far far away from the mad rushing crowd Please carry me with you.

Topic Emotions & Inner Life Longing
Tone: Nostalgic Sentiment: Mixed Type: Literary 95%

मैं वहाँ चलता हूँ जहाँ कभी हरी घास हुआ करती थी और उस लावक (लार्क) पक्षी के लिए शोक मनाता हूँ जो अब और नहीं गाता; ऐसा कौन सा पक्षी गा सकता है जिसकी आँखों ने युद्ध के मैदान में बिखरे हुए टूटे हुए फूल देखे हों?

I walk where once the grass was green And mourn the lark that sings no more What bird could sing whose eyes have seen Broken blossoms on the field of war?

I walk where once the grass was green And mourn the lark that sings no more What bird could sing whose eyes have seen Broken blossoms on the field of war?

Topic Society & World War
Tone: Solemn Sentiment: Negative Type: Literary 98%

आसमान में बारिश झमाझम बरस रही है, नन्हीं अबाबीलें (स्वैलोज़) उड़ना सीख चुकी हैं, जो पत्तियाँ हरी थीं वे अब वैसी हरी नहीं रहीं, और ऐसा लगता है कि गर्मियाँ बीत चुकी हैं।

The rains tumble down in the sky, Young swallows have learned how to fly, The leaves that were green are no longer so green, And it looks like the summer is over.

The rains tumble down in the sky, Young swallows have learned how to fly, The leaves that were green are no longer so green, And it looks like the summer is over.

Topic Nature & Universe Nature
Tone: Nostalgic Sentiment: Mixed Type: Observation 95%