Aama bhasha aama pruthibi,
Aama bhasha aama jibana,
Aau aame sarvabhouma,
Aau swadhina aau mukta,
Mo priya mukhymantri,
Aau mo priya sevakagana
Tume kemiti ehaku nebaku
Karuchha sahasa
Mo jibanaru, mo matiru.
Apekhya kara kichhi khyana
Aau dekha nija dwansa,
Apekhya kara kichhi khyana
Dekha surya pari kemiti mu
Heuchhi udaya.
This is a translation of the poem
Worship Of Language (Bhasha Aradhana)
by
Gajanan Mishra
AndDestructive force.I faceAs I follow notThe truth.I faceDanger, dear.I faceAs I am unable toMake distinctionsBetween goodAnd evil.
But nothing to wonder,They are the oneAnd the same.We are hereTo use each oneFor the welfare of all.
With truth.What I wishLet me do.I am trying toMake you believeLife a feel-good book.For you so also for meEach moment is new.Life, a dream-fruitFeeling is importantWith time suitsOn earth in woods.
And conqueredAll terror.AmazingLife and livingAnd world.Gathering allI called youTo catchThe truth.Hiding everythingI smiledAt time.
From where andTo where am I going?Oh I am so and soI have so many namesSo much powerSo much wealth.No one is equal to meI am supreme.But how helpless I amSee please.
So also ignorance andBoth are treated as aCurse.
