भुइँकुहिरो उड्न थाल्यो गाउँबस्ती ढाकेर
कालो बादल डुल्न थाल्यो नीलो आकाश छेकेर
उड्दैछन् दिशाहीन भइ रङ्गी–चङ्गी प्वाँखहरु
सृजनाको आशभित्र तुवालोका छापहरु
बसन्तको बागभित्र हुण्डरीले कुल्चिदिन्छ
ओइलाउँछन् फूलहरु व्यथा कसले बुझिदिन्छ
प्रकृतिले आफ्नै घरमा भूकम्पको खेती लाउँछ
तर पनि सगरमाथा दृढ भइ उभिइरहन्छ
Bhuinkuhiro udna thalyo gaunbasti dhakera
Kalo badal dulna thalyo nilo aakash chhekera
Uddaichhan dishahina bhai rangi–changi pwankhaharu
Srijanako aashabhitra tuwaloka chhapharu
Basantako bagabhitra hundarile kulchidinchha
Oilaunchhan pumlharu wyatha kasle bujhidinchha
Prakritile aaphnai gharma bhukampako kheti launchha
Tara pani sagaramatha dridh bhai ubhiirahanchha
THICK FOGS HAVE BEGUN TO ROLL
Thick fogs have begun to roll, covering the villages
Black clouds have begun to shift, blocking the blue sky
Kaleidoscopic feelings are drifting pointlessly
Misty prints are branding nature's hopes and dreams
Windstorms step on the gardens of spring
Flowers wilt; who understands their troubles?
Nature lets loose earthquakes in her own house
Yet Sagarmatha stands resolute