Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?
Grey and blues of skies.
Constant rhythmic reminder,
of Thy gracious glance.
Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.