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4195 (16/11/1987) K

HINDI/URDU


ÁYE HO TUM , ÁYE HO TUM ,

YUGON KE BÁD PYÁ RE
PAPIHÁ BO LE KOYAL BOLE ,
BOLATE HAEN MAOR MO RE

ÁYE HO TUM ,
YUGON KE BÁD PYÁ RE

JIN DINON SE LIILÁ TUMHÁ RII
Á Á
JIN DINON SE LIILÁ TUMHÁ RII
UNHI DINON SE PUKÁR ME RII
ROTII HAEN ANKHIYÁ ÁNSÚ BHA RII
JHÚMATE HAEN MAN SÁ RE

ÁYE HO TUM ,
YUGON KE BÁD PYÁ RE

HAE NAHII ME RII TAPASYÁ ,
INJOR NÁHII HAE AMÁVASYÁ
RAH GAYII SIRFA EK HII CIKIRŚÁ
BANU CARAŃ REŃU TUMHÁ RE

ÁYE HO TUM ,
YUGON KE BÁD PYÁ RE


O dear Lord,
You have come after eras.

The nightingale, cuckoo and peacock
sing to me of Your arrival.

The day from which Your divine game commenced,
from that very day itself,
my yearning started.

My eyes are weeping, filled with tears.
The minds of all are swinging.

I have no power of austerity.
There is no light, the night is dark.

Now, one ardent desire only is left...
that I may become dust of Your feet.






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