Sufi Song: Ballad of Mahua Pokhari

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A. S. Pradhan | June 17, 2015

A hundred stormy seas
A hundred-thousand miles
Shall I gladly cross, my love
To come see your smile

No tall promises I need
Nor do I want a big deed
All I beseech you, my dear
Is take my hand and lead

A thousand different hamlets
A thousand miles apart
Will look for you in each, my dear
Until my life does depart

For hundred years shall I wait
Look for you from morning until late
At the door of my father’s house
Until you come brighten my fate

A hundred stormy seas, my love
A hundred-thousand miles
Shall I gladly cross, my love
Just to come see your smile

Sing to me this our own ballad
Until I turn hundred years old
And I’ll sing you a duet of love
That for thousand cows cannot be sold

Man and Woman:
Will cross a hundred stormy seas
Will travel a hundred-thousand miles, my love
And come back to this Mahua Tree
And beneath it, will sing again our ballad of love


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