Beloved, yours am I, O Raanjha, yours I claim.
Beloved, yours am I, O Raanjha, yours I claim.
Your light, a light, your light, a light,
Your light, a light, your light, a light,
Your light, a light, your light, a light,
Your light, a light, your light, a light.
Bright, bright the evenings, the cities gleam,
Whose prayers have painted this waking dream?
Your light I found, your light I found.
Your light, a light, your light, a light,
Your light, a light, your light, a light,
Your light, a light, your light, a light,
Your light, a light, your light, a light.
Beloved, yours am I, O Raanjha, yours I claim.
Beloved, yours am I, O Raanjha, yours I claim.
As shadow finds form in the sun's embrace,
As rivers find their ocean's space,
In you, I dwell, a love so true,
You Raanjha, I Heera, forever new.
The world, a faded hue, it seems to me,
Creeds and faiths, like threads that flee.
So bloomed your light, so bloomed for me.
Your image dwells, within my heart,
A flame that burns, a constant art.
Kohl I apply, but it does grate,
For you reside within my gate,
My eyes, my soul, you penetrate.
My breath entwined, with yours so deep,
As fragrance sleeps within the sleep,
Of flowers, of summer's keep.
That endless flow, of light divine.
Your light, a light, your light, a light,
Your light, a light, your light, a light,
Your light, a light, your light, a light,
Your light, a light, your light, a light.
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