The older the fiddler, the sweeter the tune,

Time writes stories beneath every moon,

Hands may tremble, but heart stays true,

Every scar paints a deeper hue…

उमेर बढ्दै जाँदा मन झन् बुझिन्छ,

दुःखका कथा हरु गीतमा सजिन्छ,

हासो र आँसु संगै बग्छ जिन्दगी,

समयले सिकाउँछ, के हो सच्ची खुशी…

Oh life keeps playing, slow and deep,

In every loss, a memory to keep,

जति बुढो भयो, उति मीठो धुन,

मनको सारंगी बोल्छ सुन सुन…

The older the soul, the brighter it glows,

Through every pain, a wisdom grows,

सपना टुटे पनि आशा मर्दैन,

समयसँगै मन हार्दैन…

Wrinkles speak what words can’t say,

Silent nights and golden days,

Every fall was a lesson learned,

Every tear into strength was turned…

जीवनले दिएको चोट पनि प्यारो लाग्छ,

किनकि त्यसैबाट हिम्मत जाग्छ,

हिजोको घाउ आज शक्ति बन्छ,

बिस्तारै मन अझ बलियो हुन्छ…

Not every road was meant to stay,

Some fade slowly, some drift away,

तर यात्रा नै सुन्दर हुन्छ अन्त्यमा,

जब फर्केर हेर्छौ आफ्नो कथामा…

The older the fiddler, the sweeter the tune,

A timeless song beneath the moon,

जति उमेर, उति गहिरो राग,

जीवन आफैँ बन्छ मधुर आवाज…

Oh let it play, don’t rush the time,

Every age has its own rhyme,

समयसँगै जीवन धुन,

बन्छ सबैभन्दा मीठो जुन… 🌙