s m p r p r aa aa aa

s r th m p r p r
shan teri shan
a p g l shan
aa aa aa

shan teri shan
a p g l shan teri diwar
tu kar mora sathi
a dh d m p r
v l aa ja

Soul pours, overflowing, a cascade.

Your light, my light, a mirrored gaze,
Glory's echo, a whispered praise.
Come, come, come.

Glory's echo, your spirit's wall,
You, my friend, before the fall.
Unfold, emerge, and at last,
Return to me, embrace the past.