This little lamp of mine,
I'm gonna let it shine,
Like a million twinkling stars these twinkling lamps,
represent the love of all families
Even in the poorest home, on this day
The lamp glows and erases all differences,
The beautiful rangoli makes the house glimmer,
Each house looks like a temple,
Eagerly waiting for the arrival of Laxshmi.
The light shines like a garland and invite all to unify,
The lamp attracts all good and defeats all evil
As the legends of old unfold
And when all come home and light the lamp of love
It sends a million shooting stars across the sky
And the sky delightfully showcases, the festival of lights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem