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I ask for peace

(A transcreation of Maithreem Bhajatha)

I have come here
to ask for an empire
to ask for an alliance
Of the hearts of the world.

I have come here
To ask: can I be you?
To ask: Will you
try and be me?

I have come here
To ask: ditch war!
To ask: ditch rivalry!
Don’t step on each other’s toes.

We live in a big world
She gives us all enough.
We got a good God
He likes us all the same.

I have come here
To ask: Be nice.
To ask: Be calm.
To ask: Be kind.

I have come here to ask
For Prosperity
To bless us all together.

The original:-
Maithreem Bhajatha

Maithreem Bhajatha Akila Hrijjaytreem
Athmava Deva Paranapi Paschyata
Yudham Thyajatha Spardhaam Thyajatha
Thyajatha Pareshvakramam Aakramanam
Janani Prithivi Kamadughasthe
Janako Devaha Sakaladayaluhu
Daamyatha Dattha Dayadhvam Janathaha
Shreyo Bhooyath Sakala Jananam

Lyrics by Chandrashekarendra Saraswathi.
Sung by M. S. Subbulakshmi at and for the United Nations.

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