Tumheė mere mandir
tumhee meree pujaa
tumhee devtaa ho
Koee meree aȧko se
dekhe to samjhe
kee tum mere kyaa ho
Jidhar dekhtee hoȯ
udhar tum hee tum ho
Na jaane magar
kin khyaalo me gum ho
Mujhe dekhkar tum
zaraa muskuraa do
Nahee to me samjhoongee
mujhse khafaa ho
Tumhee mere mathe kee
bindiyaa kee jhil mil
Tumhee mere hatho ke
gajrȯ kee manzil
Me hoȯ ek chhotee see
maaṭee kee guṛeeyaa
Tumhee praan mere
tumhee aatma ho
Bahut raat beetee
chalo mȧi sulaa doȯ
Pavan chheṛe sargam
me loree sunaa doȯ
Tumhe dekhkar yah
khayaal aa rahaa hai
Kee jaise farishtaa
koee so rahaa hai
You are my temple, the prayer I embrace,
You are the one god of this sacred space.
If only the world through my own eyes could see,
They’d then understand what you are to me.
Wherever I’m looking, it’s you and you only,
But lost in your thoughts, you seem distant and lonely.
Please offer a smile, just a glance if you would,
Or else I will think I’m misunderstood.
You are the bright shimmer on my brow that I wear,
The reason for flowers I place in my hair.
I’m only a doll, fashioned simply from clay,
But you are my soul and the life in my day.
The hour is late now, let me sing you to sleep,
While wind plays a tune that is gentle and deep.
And watching you rest, a sweet thought comes to mind,
As if a calm angel before me reclined.
– by Dr Yog Mahadeo.
You are my temple and you are the very object of my worship, You are my God. If someone looks through my eyes, they will understand what You are to me.
Wherever I look, I find You there. But, still, I do not know (fully) where you really are. Whenever You look at me, do give me Your smile (blessing), otherwise, I will think that you are annoyed with me.
You are the glittering bindu on my forehead (the center of my thoughts). You are the beautiful ornaments of my hand (you are my jewel). I am just a little earthen idol while You are my breath, my very soul.
Time has passed, and I will now allow you to rest (I will not bother you). With the wind blowing (as my music), I will sing you a lullaby (a song of love). Your lovely face shall remain with me all the time, even in the moments of my sleep.
Khandaan (1965); Lata Mangeshkar
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