What beauty blooms, what youthful grace,
What beauty blooms, what youthful grace,
Tell me, I implore,
Tell me, I implore, of what kingdom are you queen?
Tell me, I implore, of what kingdom are you queen?
Tell me, I implore, of what kingdom are you queen?
Why ask of me, why this youthful fire?
Why ask of me, why this youthful fire?
Why ask of me, why this youthful fire?
In this my youth,
In this my youth, the waters of Punjab reside.
In this my youth, the waters of Punjab reside.
In this my youth, the waters of Punjab reside.
Your proud walk, the sway in your stride,
Your proud walk, the sway in your stride,
This dance of yours, my love,
This dance of yours, my love, is the flow of the waves.
This dance of yours, my love, is the flow of the waves.
This dance of yours, my love, is the flow of the waves.
Why not revel, why not find my grace?
Why not revel, why not find my grace?
In every vein of mine, still,
In every vein of mine, still, runs the electricity.
In every vein of mine, still, runs the electricity.
In every vein of mine, still, runs the electricity.
This beauty, this grace, this love's sweet tease,
This beauty, this grace, this love's sweet tease,
A new palace it is, but,
A new palace it is, but, built on old foundations.
A new palace it is, but, built on old foundations.
A new palace it is, but, built on old foundations.
Weak is that which is new,
Weak is that which is new,
Strength resides only,
Strength resides only, in that which is ancient.
Strength resides only, in that which is ancient.
Strength resides only, in that which is ancient.
Whether a bright bud or a blossoming rose,
Whether a bright bud or a blossoming rose,
No market flower,
No market flower, will I bring to my home.
No market flower, will I bring to my home.
No market flower, will I bring to my home.
Knowing this, some still wander the markets,
Knowing this, some still wander the markets,
They lose their wealth,
They lose their wealth, they lose their honor.
They lose their wealth, they lose their honor.
They lose their wealth, they lose their honor.
You with bodies of glass, this is a city of stone,
You with bodies of glass, this is a city of stone,
Here, one must bear pain,
Here, one must bear pain, and also receive blows.
Here, one must bear pain, and also receive blows.
Here, one must bear pain, and also receive blows.
Why fear the wounds, why fear the scars?
Why fear the wounds, why fear the scars?
In a city of stone,
In a city of stone, when life must be spent.
In a city of stone, when life must be spent.
In a city of stone, when life must be spent.
What beauty blooms, what youthful grace,
What beauty blooms, what youthful grace,
What beauty blooms, what youthful grace,
In this my youth, the waters of Punjab reside.
What beauty blooms, what youthful grace,
In this my youth, the waters of Punjab reside.
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