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Sunday, November 16, 2008

195. Translation of Sad Songs of Rafi: Swapn Jhare Phool Se...


Movie: Nai Umr Ki Nai Fasal - (1965)
Lyrics: Neeraj
Music: Roshan


Rafi Sahaab sings in his lovely voice about unfulfilled dreams, missed opportunies, squandered youth, and the nemesis, in Swapn Jhare Phool Se....

Roman Transliteration/English Translation of the original lyrics:



swapn jhare phool se, meeth chubhe shool se,
DREAMS SHED LIKE THE FLOWERS, FRIENDS PIERCED LIKE THE LANCES,

luT gaye singaar sabhee baagh ke babool se,
THE WEEDS ROBBED THE GARDEN OF ALL THE ADORNMENTS,

aur hamm kha.de kha.de, bahaar dekhte rahe,
AND THE SPRING, WE STOOD WATCHING,

kaarvaa.n guzar gayaa, ghubaar dekhte rahe...
THE CARAVAN PASSED BY, THE DUST WE KEPT WATCHING..


neend bhee khulee na theeh, ki haay dhoop Dhal gayee,
THE SLEEP WASN’T EVEN OVER WHEN, ALAS, THE DAY DECLINED,

paa.nv jab talaq uThe, ke zi.ndagii fisal gayee,
BY THE TIME WE TOOK A STEP, THE LIFE SLIPPED BY,

paat paat jhar gaye, ke shaakh-shaakh jal gayee,
EVERY LEAF FELL OFF, AS EVERY BOUGH WAS DRIED,

chaah toh nikal sakee na par umar nikal gayee,
THE DESIRES COULDN’T BE REALISED, BUT THE LIFETIME PASSED BY,

par umar nikal gayee,
BUT THE LIFETIME PASSED BY,

geet ashq ban gaye, Sapn ho dafan gaye,
SONGS CHANGED INTO TEARS, GOT BURIED LIKE REVERIES,

saath ke sabhee diye, dhuaa.n pehan-pehan gaye,
ALL THE ACCOMPANYING LAMPS ENDED UP IN SMOKE,

aur hamm jhuke-jhuke, mo.d par ruke-ruke,
AND OURSELF BOWED DOWN, FALTERING AT THE TURN,

umr ke cha.dhaav kaa, utaar dekhte rahe.
THE DESCENT OF THE LIFE’S ASCENDENCE, WE KEPT WATCHING.

kyaa shabaab thaa ke phool phool pyaar kar uThaa,
WHAT YOUTH IT WAS THAT EVERY FLOWER BEGAN TO LOVE,

kyaa kamaal thaa ke dekh aainaa sihar uThaa,
WHAT A MARVEL IT WAS THAT THE MIRROR SHUDDERED ON WATCHING,

is taraf zameen aur aasmaa. n udhar uThaa,
THIS SIDE, THE EARTH, AND THERE THE SKY ROSE UP,

thaam kar jigar uThaa, ke jo milaa nazar uThaa,
WITH BATED BREATH IT WAS, AS WHOEVER MET WAS AN OGLER,

ke jo milaa nazar uThaa,
AS WHOEVER MET WAS AN OGLER,

ek din magar yahaa.n, aisee kuchh havaa chalee
BUT HERE ONE DAY, SOME SUCH WIND BLEW,

luT gayee kalee kalee ke ghuT gayee galee galee,
EVERY FLOWER-BUD WAS LOOTED, SUFFOCATED WAS EVERY LANE,

aur ham luTe-luTe, vaqt se piTe-piTe,
AND OURSELF WAYLAID, BEATEN BY TIME,

saanjh kee sharaab kaa, khummaar dekhte rahe,
THE LANGUOR OF THE EVENING’S DRINK, WE KEPT WATCHING.

kaaravaa.n guzar gaya, ghubaar dekhte rahe....
THE CARAVAN PASSED BY, THE DUST WE KEPT WATCHING...


haath theh mile ke zulf chaa.nd kee sa.nvaar doo.n ,
HANDS WERE ACQUIRED SO AS TO EMBELLISH THE TRESSES OF THE MOON,

ho.nT theh khule ke har, bahaar ko pukaar doo.n
THE LIPS WERE OPENED SUCH, THAT I COULD CALL EVERY SPRING,

dard thaa diyaa gayaa, ke har dukhee ko pyaar doo.n
COMPASSION HAD BEEN GIVEN, FOR ME TO BESTOW LOVE ON EVERY AFFLICTED PERSON,

aur saa.ns yoo.n ke swarg bhoomi par utaar doo.n,
AND SUCH BREATH, THAT THE PARADISE I MAY BRING DOWN ON THE EARTH,

bhoomi par utaar doo.n,
BRING DOWN ON THE EARTH,

ho sakaa na kuchh magar, shaam ban gayee sahar
BUT NOTHING COULD BE DONE, THE DUSK TURNED TO DAWN,

voh uThee lehar ke Dheh gaye, kile bikhar bikhar,
SUCH A WAVE ROSE THAT FORTRESSES CRUMBLED DOWN, SCATTERING ALL OVER,

aur hamm Dare Dare, neer nayn me.n bhare
AND OURSELF FRIGHTENED, WITH TEARS IN THE EYES,

o.dh kar kafan pa.de, mazaar dekhte rahe.
LAYING DOWN IN A SHROUD, THE TOMB WE KEPT WATCHING.

maa.ng bhar chalee ke ek jab nayee nayee kiran,
AS A NEW BEAM FILLED THE PARTED HAIR

Dholke.n dhunak uThee.n, Thumak uThe charan charan,
THE DRUMS RESOUNDED, EVERY FEET DANCED TO A RHYTHM,

shor mach gayaa ke lo chalee, dulhan chalee dulhan,
CAME THE CRY THAT “THERE GOES THE BRIDE, THERE GOES THE BRIDE”,

gaa.nv sab uma.d pa.daa, behak uThe nayan nayan,
THE ENTIRE VILLAGE GOT TOGETHER, EVERY SIGHT STRAYED,

behak uThe nayan nayan,
EVERY SIGHT STRAYED,

par tabhee zehar bharee gaaj ek veh giree,
BUT THEN A POISONOUS THUNDER-BOLT STRUCK THERE,

pu.nchh gayaa si.ndoor taar taar huwee chunree,
THE ROUGE WAS WIPED OUT, THE GARMENT TORN TO RIBBONS,

aur hamm ajaan se, duur ke makaan se,
AND OURSELF LIKE AN IGNORANT ONE, FROM THE FAR OFF HOUSE,

paalkee liye huwe kahaar dekhte rahe.
THE PALANQUIN-BEARERS, WE KEPT WATCHING.

swapn jhare phool se, meeth chubhe shool se,
DREAMS SHED LIKE THE FLOWERS, FRIENDS PIERCED LIKE THE LANCES,

luT gaye singaar sabhee baagh ke babool se,
THE WEEDS ROBBED THE GARDEN OF ALL THE ADORNMENTS,

aur hamm kha.de kha.de, bahaar dekhte rahe,
AND THE SPRING WE STOOD WATCHING,

kaarvaa.n guzar gayaa, ghubaar dekhte rahe...
THE CARAVAN PASSED BY, THE DUST WE KEPT WATCHING...

kaarvaa.n guzar gayaa, ghubaar dekhte rahe...
THE CARAVAN PASSED BY, THE DUST WE KEPT WATCHING...

kaarvaa.n guzar gayaa, ghubaar dekhte rahe...
THE CARAVAN PASSED BY, THE DUST WE KEPT WATCHING.

NASIR.


If Life is a waste of Time, and Time is a Waste of Life, lets all get wasted and have the time of our lives.

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