Jeewana Me Gamana Sansare Lyrics by Mohan Raj

This journey of life through saṃsāra (the cycle of rebirth),
should it pass through the dark,
into a world I came to without ever asking for it,
is there a path I can travel, I wonder, if I search…

If you should go on alone into the dark,
I will give you light, steady and lasting,
for as long as life lasts in this saṃsāra.

This lamp of love, lit within my heart,
its glow spreads and spreads.

I am that spreading light,
you are the lamp of love.

The many times my heart grew heavy with sorrow,
that, my love, is the very breath of your world of love,
and I am no longer lost in it.

Let us light the lamp of love today
to destroy the darkness of life.
Life turns sweet in steadfast love,
shining out from a beautiful heart..
shining out from a beautiful heart….

It is just like that, the light of the lamp,
a joining, forever, through saṃsāra,
never parted, always as one.

This is a love song that speaks the way a vow does. A man and a woman are turning to each other and promising to be light for one another, not just for now but through the whole long journey of existence. The song opens with a quiet, almost fearful question. We are born into a world we never asked to enter, and the road ahead can look completely dark. Is there even a path to follow, the voice wonders, if life through saṃsāra leads only into shadow? That word saṃsāra, the endless cycle of birth and rebirth in Buddhist and Hindu thought, is the frame for everything here. The lovers are not just thinking about one lifetime. They are thinking about all of them.

The answer comes as a pledge. If you have to walk alone into that dark, I will be your light, steady and unwavering, for as long as I live. From there the song settles on its central image, the pahana, the oil lamp. In a Sri Lankan home the lamp is not just light. It is lit at the doorway, at the shrine, at every blessing and beginning, so it carries warmth, the sacred, and the sense of a household held together. Here that lamp is love itself, kindled inside the heart, and its glow keeps spreading outward. The two voices then divide the image tenderly between them. I am the light that spreads, you are the lamp it burns from. Neither works without the other.

There is a turn in the middle that gives the song its depth. All the times my heart was heavy with grief, the voice says, that sorrow itself was the living breath of your love, and because of it I am no longer lost. The pain was not the opposite of the love. It was part of how the love kept the speaker alive and found. By the final verses the two of them light the lamp together, today, to burn away the darkness of living, and life turns sweet in a love that does not waver.

The closing lines reach back to saṃsāra one more time and seal the whole thing. Just as a flame and its light cannot be separated, their union is meant to last across every rebirth, never parted, always as one. That is what makes this more than an ordinary love song. It is two people promising to be each other’s light not for a season but through the entire long darkness of existence, and trusting that the flame they share will carry from one life into the next.