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Lyrics of Babayog - फटी पड़ी तो यादन आये बाबा जी
phati padi toh yaadan aaye baba ji
sanjivan ki buti bane hai baba ji
kasht nivaran ke tonic hai baba ji
yug yug ke taran hara hai baba ji
charan paduka jo chhule to ban jaaye sanjog
raj yog ye bada hai bhaiya babayog
raj yog ye bada hai bhaiya babayog
are raj yog ye bada hai bhaiya babayog
jay jay jay jay baba ji ki
jay jay jay jay baba ji ki
baba ji ki, baba ji ki, baba ji ki jay
kiya karaya upar ka phir kyun mantra pade
rahu ki jab dasha hathe, shani ki dhaiya chadhe
gm pm cm har koi paao pade
darshan jab tak nahi mile rehte hai khade
sar ko jhukate yaha sabhi ho chaahe kitne bade
rupaye dollar barse mota maal chadhe
darshan karne baba ji ke aate lakho log
raj yog ye bada hai bhaiya babayog
raj yog ye bada hai bhaiya babayog
are raj yog ye bada hai bhaiya babyog
aankh uthi jo baba ji pe katl-e-aam ho jaye
ude nind sarkar ki dekho system jam ho jaye
takraye jo dharm karam se sidhe cheet ho jaye
bas ek lalkar mile to kaam tamam ho jaye
sar chad ke dekho bole hai andh vishwas ka rog
raj yog ye bada hai bhaiya babayog
raj yog ye bada hai bhaiya babayog
are raj yog ye bada hai bhaiya babayog
raj yog ye bada hai bhaiya babayog
raj yog ye bada hai bhaiya babayog
are raj yog ye bada hai bhaiya babayog
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Babayog
When the world crumbles, the Father is remembered,
A balm of life, the Father is, we are rendered.
He is the cure, the tonic to our plight,
Savior of ages, a guiding light.
Touch His blessed sandals, fate entwined,
The King's Yoga blossoms for all mankind.
The King's Yoga expands, a sight to see,
The King's Yoga, for you and for me.
Victory, victory, to the Father's name,
Victory, victory, igniting the flame.
The Father's, the Father's, the Father's victory!
Why chant spells when all is in His decree?
When Rahu's shadow fades, and Saturn's grip,
Prime Ministers, Chief Ministers, all seek His slip.
Until His vision, they stand and wait,
All bow their heads, regardless of their state.
Wealth pours forth, dollars and rupees,
Millions flock to see, appease.
In His presence, true power takes its root,
The King's Yoga expands, bearing the fruit.
The King's Yoga, a blossoming art,
The King's Yoga, to heal every heart.
If anger flares, a massacre will begin,
The government's sleep is shattered within.
If faith and karma clash, defeat's the call,
One challenge issued, and all will fall.
A disease of blind faith, it is told.
The King's Yoga expands, brave and bold.
The King's Yoga, a blossoming art,
The King's Yoga, to heal every heart.
The King's Yoga expands, a sight to see,
The King's Yoga, for you and for me.
The King's Yoga, in majesty,
The King's Yoga, eternally.
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.
