My village story unfolds,
Where rivers of milk softly flow,
The cuckoo sings its sweet song.
Forget not my courtyard, my home,
Oh, forget not my courtyard, my home.
My village story unfolds,
Where rivers of milk softly flow,
The cuckoo sings its sweet song.
Forget not my courtyard, my home,
Oh, forget not my courtyard, my home.
In the realm of joy, my heart takes flight,
Where the peacock dances, bathed in light,
A joyous confluence of milk,
Where the village expands its embrace.
Like sweetness, the cows arrive, come, come,
Come, come to my village.
Beloved of all, my dwelling place,
Remember my Shyam, always.
Forget not my courtyard, my home,
Oh, forget not my courtyard, my home.
Never cease to return to my village,
O wanderer, o wanderer,
O wanderer, o wanderer.
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