Ik din bik jaayegaa, maaṭee ke mol
Jag me reh jaayenge pyaare tere bol
Duje ke hoṭho ko dekar apne geet
Koyee nishaanee chhoṛ, phir duniyaa se ḍol
Anhonee path me kààṭe laakh bichhaaye
Honee to phir bhee bichhṛaa yaar milaaye
Yeh birha yeh duree, do pal kee majburee
Phir koyee dilwaalaa kaahe ko ghabraaye,Taramtam
Dhaaraa jo behtee hai milke rehtee hai
Behtee dhaaraa ban jaa phir duniyaa se ḍol
Parde ke peechhe baiṭhee sààval goree
Thaam ke tere mere man kee ḍoree
Yeh ḍoree naa chhooṭe, yeh bandhan naa ṭooṭe
Bhor hone walee hai ab rainaa hai thoṛee, Taramtam
Sar ko jhukaye tu baithaa kyaa hai yaar
Goree se nainaa joṛ phir duniyaa se ḍol
A day will come when you will get sold for the price of clay. All that will be left in the world will be what you have said. So, give your songs to someone’s lips. Leave a mark, then leave this world.
Misfortune may place many obstacles in your way. But fortune will unite you with your lost beloved. This longing, this separation. These two moments of helplessness are transient. So why would a braveheart be scared? A flowing stream never stops till it meets the sea. Become that flowing stream, then leave this world.
Behind the curtain sits the elegant beauty. Holding the string to your and my heart. May the string not snap, and may the bond be intact. The dawn is about to erupt, just a little night left. What are you waiting for still, my friend? Look in her eyes, then leave this world.
Ik din one day, bik sold, gone, jaayegaa will go maatee soil mol acquire jag me in the world rah jaayenge will remain pyaare tere bol your loving words dooje each other hotho lips dekar by giving apne geet your song nishaanee sign, trace chhor leave phir duniyaa se dol you then leave the world anhonee onwards pag me on foot kaante thorns laakh numerous bichhaaye lay (lie on path) honee to be bichhraa lost yaar friends, mankind milaaye meets, join birahaa lament, song of separation duree distance do pal two moments majbooree helplessness phir kooee then someone dilwaalaa from the heart ghabraaye panic dhaaraa stream bahatee hai flows bahake rahatee drifting bahatee dharaa ban jaa become the flowing stream duniyaa se dol then drop out of the world parade ke peechhe baithee sitting behind the curtain saavalee dark goree clear dhaam hold tere your mere my mana mind doree string, attach chhoote leave bandhan bond toote broken bhore dawn ab now rainaa rain thoree little jhukaaye bow baithaa sit
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