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Lyrics of Tere Rang Me Ang Ang
jotawaliye
pahadawaliye
sherawaliye
berawaliye
a a a a ...
tere rang mein main ang ang rang laai hu
maa ko maa se magne
main aai hu
maa ko maa se magne
main aai hu
jotawaliye
pahadawaliye
sherawaliye
berawaliye
khali jholi leke tere
darr pe main aai hu
darr pe main aai hu
maa darr pe main aai hu
bhet chadane ko aashu
le aai hu
le aai hu
zindagi ki naiya ko
tufaano ne hai ghera
tere siva ab kon hai mera
jotawaliye
pahadawaliye
sherawaliye
berawaliye
a a a a ...
tere rang mein main ang ang rang laai hu
maa ko maa se magne
main aai hu
maa ko maa se magne
main aai hu
jotawaliye
pahadawaliye
sherawaliye
berawaliye
thak gaye aaj mere
nanhe nanhe phar maa
bharde fakirni ki jholi
mein fher maa
jholi mein fher maa
jholi mein fher maa
aaj tere darr se khali hath jaugi
aaj tere darr se khali hath jaugi
tere hatho jag mein yakeem keh laugi
jotawaliye
pahadawaliye
sherawaliye
berawaliye
tere rang mein main ang ang rang laai hu
maa ko maa se magne
main aai hu
maa ko maa se magne
main aai hu
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Tere Rang Me Ang Ang
O You of the Jyota, of the mountain, of the lion's roar, of the path,
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
In your colors, I've dyed every limb,
To beg from the Mother, I have come,
To beg from the Mother, I have come.
O You of the Jyota, of the mountain, of the lion's roar, of the path,
With an empty vessel,
To your door, I have come,
To your door, I have come,
Mother, to your door, I have come.
Tears, to offer as a gift,
I have brought, I have brought,
Life's boat, the tempests have encircled,
Life's boat, the tempests have encircled,
Who is mine, now, but You?
O You of the Jyota, of the mountain, of the lion's roar, of the path,
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
In your colors, I've dyed every limb,
To beg from the Mother, I have come,
To beg from the Mother, I have come.
O You of the Jyota, of the mountain, of the lion's roar, of the path,
Tired today, are my
Tiny, tiny steps, Mother,
Fill the beggar's vessel once more, Mother,
Once more in the vessel, once more in the vessel,
From your door today, empty-handed, I will go,
From your door today, empty-handed, I will go,
In your hands, the world's faith, I will call out,
O You of the Jyota, of the mountain, of the lion's roar, of the path,
In your colors, I've dyed every limb,
To beg from the Mother, I have come,
To beg from the Mother, I have come.
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.
