Lohri Poems 2018 Harvest season Top Songs Text – Images

Lohri Poems 2018 Harvest season Top Songs Images 2018 : Lohri is a famous festival for punjabi’s and haryana people. Even though it is famous in that area other than that it will be celebrated across the world especially in South Asia.

In India this lohri poems and songs are very famous. This songs will be sung during the time of lohri.

Lohri poems and songs 2018: This Lohri Festival in Punjab celebrated very grandly in jan season also called as harvest season.

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At night in the evening time all the people grouped together to and sings the lohri poems or songs at lohri place. This can be happen all over India but the names are different.

Here below we have provided with a beautiful Lohri poems songs in English which can be understood and readable format.

If you people liked this lohri poems and songs in English you can also share them with your loved ones in whatsapp or Facebook or any other social networking site. Enjoy a brightening of Lohri celebration! Thank you!

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Men’s Voices
Lord of the lotus, lord of the harvest,
Bright and munificent lord of the morn!
Thine is the bounty that prospered our sowing,
Thine is the bounty that nurtured our corn.
We bring thee our songs and our garlands for tribute,
The gold of our fields and the gold of our fruit;
O giver of mellowing radiance, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Surya, with cymbal and flute.

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Lord of the rainbow, lord of the harvest,
Great and beneficent lord of the main!
Thine is the mercy that cherished our furrows,
Thine is the mercy that fostered our grain.
We bring thee our thanks and our garlands for tribute,
The wealth of our valleys, new-garnered and ripe;
O sender of rain and the dewfall, we hail thee,
We praise thee, Varuna, with cymbal and pipe.

Women’s Voices
Queen of the gourd-flower, queen of the harvest,
Sweet and omnipotent mother, O Earth!
Thine is the plentiful bosom that feeds us,
Thine is the womb where our riches have birth.
We bring thee our love and our garlands for tribute,
With gifts of thy opulent giving we come;
O source of our manifold gladness, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Prithvi, with cymbal and drum.

All Voices
Lord of the Universe, Lord of our being,
Father eternal, ineffable Om!
Thou art the Seed and the Scythe of our harvests,
Thou art our Hands and our Heart and our Home.
We bring thee our lives and our labors for tribute,
Grant us thy succor, thy counsel, thy care.
O Life of all life and all blessing, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Bramha, with cymbal and prayer.

Lohri Poems 2018 Punjab Festival Song of the Wheat in English

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Lohri Punjabi poems and songs is heard during the harvest season of lohri. This Festival is mostly celebrated in Punjab and haryana region.  In evening time they use to sing Lohri Poems 2018 Punjab Festival Song of the Wheat in English.

We have sung the song of the droving days,
Of the march of the traveling sheep;
By silent stages and lonely ways
Thin, white battalions creep.
But the man who now by the land would thrive
Must his spurs to a plough-share beat.
Is there ever a man in the world alive
To sing the song of the Wheat!
It’s west by south of the Great Divide
The grim grey plains run out,
Where the old flock-masters lived and died
In a ceaseless fight with drought.
Weary with waiting and hope deferred
They were ready to own defeat,
Till at last they heard the master-word—
And the master-word was Wheat.

Yarran and Myall and Box and Pine—
’Twas axe and fire for all;
They scarce could tarry to blaze the line
Or wait for the trees to fall,
Ere the team was yoked, and the gates flung wide,
And the dust of the horses’ feet
Rose up like a pillar of smoke to guide
The wonderful march of Wheat.

Furrow by furrow, and fold by fold,
The soil is turned on the plain;
Better than silver and better than gold
Is the surface-mine of the grain;
Better than cattle and better than sheep
In the fight with drought and heat;
For a streak of stubbornness, wide and deep,
Lies hid in a grain of Wheat.

When the stock is swept by the hand of fate,
Deep down in his bed of clay
The brave brown Wheat will lie and wait
For the resurrection day:
Lie hid while the whole world thinks him dead;
But the Spring-rain, soft and sweet,
Will over the steaming paddocks spread
The first green flush of the Wheat.

Green and amber and gold it grows
When the sun sinks late in the West;
And the breeze sweeps over the rippling rows
Where the quail and the skylark nest.
Mountain or river or shining star,
There’s never a sight can beat—
Away to the sky-line stretching far—
A sea of the ripening Wheat.

When the burning harvest sun sinks low,
And the shadows stretch on the plain,
The roaring strippers come and go
Like ships on a sea of grain;
Till the lurching, groaning wagons bear
Their tale of the load complete.
Of the world’s great work he has done his share
Who has gathered a crop of wheat.

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Princes and Potentates and Czars,
They travel in regal state,
But old King Wheat has a thousand cars
For his trip to the water-gate;
And his thousand steamships breast the tide
And plough thro’ the wind and sleet
To the lands where the teeming millions bide
That say: “Thank God for Wheat!”

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Lohri Poems 2018 Haryana Harvest Festival Songs in English

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Lohri Poems 2018 Punjab Haryana Harvest Festival Songs in English

A Sower walked among his fields
When Spring’s fair glory filled the earth;
He scattered seed with eager hand,
And sowing, thought upon their worth.
“These seeds are precious ones,” he said.
“The finest flowers shall be mine;
And I shall reap rich, golden grain,
When these are ripe at harvest time.”

“I’ll watch their growth with earnest care,
And faithfully will till the soil;
With willing hands each passing day
From morn till setting sun I’ll toil.
And when the reaping time shall come,
A bounteous Harvest shall be mine;
I shall rejoice at duty done
When these are ripe at Harvest time.”

Forth to his fields at Harvest time,
The Sower bent his steps again;
The Reapers’ song sang merrily,
Their sickles gleamed ‘mid golden grain.
With joyous heart the Sower cried
“Behold, what precious sheaves are mine;
And labor brings its own reward,
For these are ripe at Harvest time.”

O Master! in thy fields so fair
We, too, are sowing precious seed.
And like the Sower we will toil
Till golden grain fulfill thy need.
Then shall we hear thy loving voice,–
“Behold! what precious sheaves are mine.
Let all be safely garnered in,
For these are ripe at Harvest time.”

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