Oh boatman
Our shore is flowing stream of river.
Oh boatman
Our shore is flowing stream of river.
Oh boatman who you travel in water close to shore
you must have heard somewhere.
boats made of paper do not have any shores.
Oh boatman
any shore that meets a shore is my shore
Oh boatman
Our shore is flowing stream of river.
Many eroded shores are flowing in the river stream
One has come across all helpful hands that one had lost earlier.
Oh boatman
when someone gets a helpful hand when he is surrounded by troubles, in midstream
Is one's true friend and true support.
Oh boatman
flowing stream of river is my shore.
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