Sapne sapne hi hai
Lagate hain waise.
Golden dreams
Are never own
As dreams are but dreams
Seeming to be so.
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Jai Tara, Jai Tara
Ringing the bellAnd it sounding,re-sounding withTara, Jai Ma Tara,Jai Tara, Jai TaraThe devoteesOn the eve ofKaushiki AmavashyaJai Tara, Jai TaraWith it came theyThe devoteesWho seemed to beTantrical and occultSaying Jai Tara, TaraWhile entering the complex,Waiting to have a darshanOf Ma TaraThe remover of all troublesAnd sufferings!
The morning time changing into a dawnbreak
With the dews splashed over.The sun rays falling over,The birds chirpingAnd the world arising from sleep.
Say, say you,
How did, baba,Allauddin KhanTeach you,Teach youThe sitar,How did, how did, Baba,Training you in sitar?
Bauls
SaffronitesWith an ektaraAnd ankletsTied to legsDancingAnd singing,Singing and dancingLost in musical rapture.