Bathe daily at places of pilgrimage.
Not even for a moment
Like in laughing, sneezing, coughing or yawning.
Is He off from anywhere
Before you He remains all the year round.
Near you He is,
Recognise Him,
Sick on my journey,
only my dreams will wander
these desolate moors
धरती हुई है धानी बरसात का ये मौसम.
कुदरत हुई सुहानी जज्बात का ये मौसम.
खिड़की से झांक लो जी मन मोर नाचने को-
दिखते सभी भगत हैं कुछ बात का ये मौसम..
Those baptised with water
will have it lighter
than those baptised with sand.
For me, God mixed the sand
with spit.
बात सच्ची हो तो चाहे जिस ज़बा मे बोलिये,
फर्क मतलब पर नहीं पड़ता है ख़ालिक़ कि क़सम ।
'माँ के पैरो मे है जन्नत' क़ौल है मासूम का,
मै मुसल्ले पर भी कह सकता हुं "वन्दे मातरम" ।।
The courier will depart next day, she's told.
She sews a warrior's gown all night.
Her fingers feel the needle cold.
How can she hold the scissors tight?
The work is done, she sends it far away.
When will it reach the town where warriors stay?
The lovely Lo Fo of the western land
Plucks mulberry leaves by the waterside.
Across the green boughs stretches out her white hand;
In golden sunshine her rosy robe is dyed.
'my silkworms are hungry, I cannot stay.
Tarry not with your five-horse cab, I pray.'
Du Kjærlige, Du Milde, med et Hjerte som Faa,
Bramfri, som altid den sande Aand man saae,
Beskeden og saa rig dog paa Digtekunstens Skatte;
— I disse fattige Ord, dit Billede jeg satte.
Der staaer en Blomst, tilsmilet af Camene,
Men den er skjult af Bøgens større Grene;
Dog Farveskjæret, Duften i dens Indre,
Er derfor jo endnu slet ikke mindre.
Baby cry -
Oh fie! -
At the physic in the cup:
Gulp it twice
And gulp it thrice,
Baby gulp it up.
