Ham to chale parades,
ham paradesee ho gaye
Chhuṭaa apnaa des
ham paradesee ho gaye
Ye galiyaȧ, path, panghat, ye mandir
barasȯ puraana
Kal tak ye sab apnaa thaa,
ab lagataa hai begaanaa
Badala jag ne bhes
ham paradesi ho gaye
Chhuṭaa apnaa des
ham paradesee ho gaye
E panchhee ham kismat ke
maarȯ ko bhool na jaanaa
Aate jaate khair khabar
sab logȯ kee de jaanaa
Le jaanaa sandesh
ham paradesi ho gaye
Chhuṭaa apnaa des
ham paradesee ho gaye
I am going away, I do not belong here. I have to leave my country I do not belong here
These streets, the well, this temple, all are very old. Yesterday all were mine, now they look as if they belong to another. The world has changed its face.
Hey, birds do this for us the unfortunate ones. Do not forget us; bring me news of my people whenever you can and take my messages to them.
Sargam (1979). Mohammed Rafi
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