Koee roye koee gaaye
kaisaa teraa sansaar maalik
Koee samajh nahee paaye
teraa kaarobaar, maalik
Kaisaa teraa sansaar
Ujaṛ jaaye jab rain baseraa
Panchhee sir dhun roye
Koee naa jaane dard kisee kaa
sab matlab me khoye
Ambar neer bahaaye
Dhartee kare pukaar, malik…
Din ke sang toone raat banaayee
Phoolo ke sang kȧȧṭe
Jaane kahaa kis jagah baith kar
Too ye sukh dukh bȧȧte
Patjhaṛ jahaa muskaaye
Roye vahee bahaar, maalik
Koee ḍhoonḍhe tujhe badrinath me
Koee ḍhoonḍhe haridwaar
Koi ḍhoonḍhe kaasee me tujhko
Koee rameshwar dwaar
Sab teerth se paavan
Teerth gangaa dhaar, maalik…
Some laugh while some cry. Why is the world like this? O Master, no one can understand your work. How is your mysterious world in operation, O Master?
When we lose all our possessions, we hold our heads and cry. No one knows anyone else’s pain, everyone is lost in ‘I’ and ‘mine’. Tears flow from above like leaves falling from a tree and the earth shouts in agony (as we fight over our possessions).
Along with day (O Lord), you have made the night. With the flowers, there are pimples. Where can I sit to understand and share (the meaning of) this good and bad (good and bad follow each other as day follows night)? With disappointment, I sit and cry.
Some people go on pilgrimage to find you – and even the pilgrimages are many. O Master, how can I understand your mysterious creation while I face both happiness and sorrow?
Bhagwan Parshuram 1970; Singer : Mukesh Chand Mathur (Mukesh)
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