Who left me to wander?

 

Who left me to wander, to weep and to roam?

Who smashed my hut, my humble home?

 

Where have these fountains suddenly sprung?

Where do these blossoms in colours belong?

Where have these pearl-like waters flown?

Where has this gushing river grown?

 

(Chorus)

Who left me to wander, to weep and to roam?

Who smashed my hut, my humble home?

Everywhere, palaces rise to the skies,

Walls painted bright where my cottage lies.

Everywhere fragrance, a heavenly air,

Yet my poor hut—has someone been there?

 

(Chorus)

Who left me to wander, to weep and to roam?

Who smashed my hut, my humble home?

 

When did these servants and helpers appear?

Have all my children fled far from here?

Has my dear wife betrayed me at last?

Is my small world a tale long past?

 

(Chorus)

Who left me to wander, to weep and to roam?

Who smashed my hut, my humble home?

 

Where are those buds, those flowers so fair?

I long for their fragrance still in the air.

My heart is aching, I’m searching in vain,

Hoping to see their beauty again.

 

(Chorus)

Who left me to wander, to weep and to roam?

Who smashed my hut, my humble home?

 

Sudama pressed on, both hands to the frame,

Perplexed, he whispered his own name.

He peered through the doorway, to the ceiling and floor—

Puzzled, he wandered through the window and door.

 

(Chorus)

Who left me to wander, to weep and to roam?

Who smashed my hut, my humble home?

 

Pitiful Sudama, lost in surprise,

Watched as a wonder rose to his eyes.

Out from the forest, calm and sweet,

Susheela came forth, his wife, to greet.

 

(Chorus – softly)

Who left me to wander, to weep and to roam?

Who smashed my hut, my humble home?

(Final echo)

Who smashed my hut… who smashed my hut…

Sham Misri