In the mustard fields and flower beds,
the fresh yellow blossoms bloomed.
Beholding their beauty,
the restlessness of my heart was forgotten.
Flowers of every hue had bloomed,
giving an incomparable beauty.
With what words should I describe them?
They would simply steal the heart away.
Suddenly, a flower appeared,
whose beauty had no end.
As I took a step towards it,
the flower smiled and blossomed brightly.
O flower! Though your life is short,
you still leave behind your glory.
Having wasted this precious time,
one is left to regret later.
The sun, the moon, the stars, the fireflies—each has its existence;
the more water a cloud holds, the longer it rains.
As long as the sun and moon remain,
the name of Pushp Singla will remain.
The First Woman Lawyer of Mandi Ahmedgarh and Sunam
Take upon yourself the burden of others,
never lose courage.
Keep moving, walk alone,
keep moving, walk on.
Your strength is boundless,
you brought alone
the Ganges down from heaven.
Keep moving, walk on.
