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Lyrics of Lakho Rango Se Rangana Hai Apna Hindustan - लाखो रंगों से रंगना है अपना हिन्दुस्तान
lakho rango se rangna hai apna hidustan
lakho rango se rangna hai apna hidustan
ho jiski god me ganga jamuna
laga rahi hai taan
lakho rango se rangna hai apna hidustan
lakho rango
apne sar pe saji himalay ki ye unchi choti
dudh ka jharna banke bahti dhare choti choti
inki nadiyo ke pani se inki nadiyo ke pani se
bhari anaj ki kothi iski pooja karle
jisse milti sabko roti gautam gandhi
gautam gandhi ka hum sabne paya hai wardan
lakho rango se rangna hai apna hidustan
lakho rango
khet khet ki pagdandi par aati hai dulhaniya
pal chin hil mil geet desh ka gati ye sajaniyan
yaha ki dharti moti deti
yaha ki dharti moti deti
sone ki ye galiya gaw ki gori chori hai ye
apne chaman ki kaliya mehnat inki
mehnat inki dekh ke sari ye dunia hairan
lakho rango se rangna hai apna hidustan
lakho rango
sahar se mera yar aaya hai leke tractor sath
sara sahar dekhna aaya lohe ki saugat
hal chalawe bij bhi dale
hal chalawe bij bhi dale kaam kare din rat
sabki mushkil dur howegi
abke banegi baat yahi akal ka
yahi akal ka kaam kiya hai sacha tu hi kisan
lakho rango se rangna hai apna hidustan
lakho rango se rangna hai apna hidustan
ho jiski god me ganga jamuna
laga rahi hai taan
lakho rango se rangna hai apna hidustan
lakho rango
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Lakho Rango Se Rangana Hai Apna Hindustan
To paint with a million hues, my India bright,
Where Ganga and Yamuna sing with all their might.
To paint with a million hues, my India's face,
Where Ganga and Yamuna find their sacred space.
To paint with a million hues, India, my own,
A million colors we shall strew and sow.
Upon her head, the Himalayas stand so high,
As milky streams cascade from peaks that touch the sky.
Small rivulets of purest milk descend,
From their waters, sustenance without end.
Her fields, with harvest rich, the granaries fill,
We offer praise, for life’s sustaining will,
From Gautam, Gandhi, blessings we have known,
To paint with a million hues, my India's throne.
A million colors we shall call our own.
On pathways winding through the fields we see,
Like brides, the women, singing joyfully.
Their voices blend, with songs of the land they love,
This land of pearls, sent from heavens above.
Her soil gives forth, a bounty rich and deep,
With golden lanes, the villages softly sleep.
Young maidens bloom, like flowers in their prime,
Their tireless efforts, marking passing time.
Their labors shown, the world begins to see,
To paint with a million hues, India, free.
A million colors, for all eternity.
My friend arrives, from cities far and wide,
With tractors, bringing change to countryside.
The town comes forth, this iron work to see,
He plows the fields, and sows with industry.
He works all day, and toils with all his heart,
His labor ends, a brand new life will start.
All troubles fade, and promises abound,
A farmer’s wisdom, on sacred ground.
True farmer, of the earth, a blessed hand,
To paint with a million hues, across the land.
To paint with a million hues, my India's grace,
Where Ganga and Yamuna find their sacred space.
To paint with a million hues, India, so grand,
A million colors across the land.
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
