আমি এক যাযাবর / I am a wanderer

I am a wanderer

A wanderer am I.

The world has gathered me to itself

And I have forgotten where I came from

I am a wanderer

A wanderer am I.

I have travelled from the Ganga to the Mississippi

And seen the beauty of the Volga

I have walked from Ottawa to Austria

And trod the dust of Paris

I have taken the colours of the paintings of Ellora

And spread them across Chicago

I have heard the poems of Ghalib

Sitting among the minarets of Tashkent

I have kept vigil at Mark Twain’s grave

As I spoke of Gorky’s magic

The road has called me again and again

To make it my home

That is why I am a wanderer

That is why I am a wanderer.

I have many an aimless plan

That I wish to fulfill one day

Wherever I saw colours

I made sure they coloured my mind

I have seen many a skyscraper

That nearly grazed the sky

In their shade I have seen

People who had nowhere to go

I have seen roses and mimosa

Blooming in gardens fit for kings

I have also seen buds that wilted before their time

And fell neglected upon the dust

Loveless attachments across the earth

Destroy homes that should have been happy

The people of the street became my own

When my own flesh and blood gave me up

That is why I am a wanderer

A wanderer am I.

Follow the link to listen to Dr Bhupen Hazarika: 

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