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Wednesday, April 7, 2010

550. Rafi's Romantic Song: Kahin aisa na ho tum ajnabi...

Movie: MILAP (1972)

Lyrics: Naqsh Lyallpuri
Music: Brij Bhushan


Romantic Rafi’s haunting melody: Kahee.n aisaa naa ho…
Roman Transliteration/English Translation of the original Urdu-Hindi Lyrics:


kahee.n aisaa naa ho tum ajnabee, raaho.n me.n kho jaao,
LEST IT HAPPENS THAT YOU GET LOST IN STRANGE PATHS,


mere saathee, meree aawaaz ke peechhe, chale aao,
O MY COMPANION! FOLLOW MY VOICE, COME OVER,


chale aao,
COME OVER,


chale aao…
COME OVER…


kahee.n aisaa naa ho tum ajnabee, raaho.n me.n kho jaao,
LEST IT HAPPENS THAT YOU GET LOST IN STRANGE PATHS,


mere saathee, meree aawaaz ke peechhe, chale aao,
O MY COMPANION! FOLLOW MY VOICE, COME OVER,


chale aao,
COME OVER,


chale aao…
COME OVER…


pareshaa.n zindagee ko, aas kaa, saahil nazar aaye,
THE WORRISOME LIFE SEES THE SHORE OF HOPE,


mujhe phir pyaar kee khoyee huwee, manzil nazar aaye,
ONCE AGAIN I SEE THE LOVE’S LOST GOAL,


hawaao.n me.n, zaraa tum reshmee, aa.nchal ko lehraao,
WAVE YOUR SILKEN WRAPPER IN THE WINDS FOR A WHILE,


mere saathee, meree aawaaz ke peechhe, chale aao,
O MY COMPANION! FOLLOW MY VOICE, COME OVER,


chale aao,
COMEOVER,


chale aao…
COME OVER…


naa jaane kitnee baar aayaa, gayaa mausam bahaaro.n kaa,
DON’T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES THE SPRING SEASON HAS COME AND GONE,


magar ab tak nahee.n badlaa, muqaddar beqaraaro.n kaa,
BUT TILL NOW THE FATE OF RESTLESS ONES HAS NOT CHANGED,


sabhee gham duur ho jaaye.n, jo tum ek baar mil jaao,
ALL THE SORROWS WILL GO AWAY, IF YOU MEET ONCE,


mere saathee, meree aawaaz ke peechhe, chale aao,
O MY COMPANION! FOLLOW MY VOICE, COME OVER,


chale aao,
COME OVER,


chale aao…
COME OVER.


kahee.n aisaa naa ho tum ajnabee raaho.n me.n kho jaao,
LEST IT HAPPENS THAT YOU GET LOST IN STRANGE PATHS,


mere saathee, meree aawaaz ke peechhe, chale aao,
O MY COMPANION! FOLLOW MY VOICE, COME OVER,


chale aao,
COME OVER,


chale aao…
COME OVER…


NASIR


"True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen."
- La Rochefoucauld


Wednesday, August 26, 2009

383. Translation of Sad Songs of Rafi: Yeh Shaam Hai Dhuaan Dhuaan...


Movie: EK NAAV KINARE DO - 1973
Music: Brij Bhushan
Lyrics - Naqsh Lyallpuri

Rafi Sahaab’s Rare Gem: Yeh Shaam Hai Dhuaa.n Dhuaa.n.....

Roman Transliteration/English Translation of the original Urdu-Lyrics:


yeh shaam hai dhuaa.n dhuaa.n,
FOGGY AND MISTY IS THIS EVENING,

fizaa.n bahot udaas hai,
VERY GLOOMY IS THE AMBIENCE,

na mai.n kisee ke paas hoo.n,
NEITHER TO SOMEONE I’M CLOSE BY

na koee mere paas hai,
NOR TO ME IS ANYONE HARD BY,

yeh shaam hai dhuaa.n dhuaa.n,
FOGGY AND MISTY IS THIS EVENING,

fizaa.n bahot udaas hai,
VERY GLOOMY IS THE AMBIENCE,

na mai.n kisee ke paas hoo.n,
NEITHER TO SOMEONE I’M CLOSE BY

na koee mere paas hai,
NOR TO ME IS ANYONE HARD BY,


kisee khyaal kee mahek,
THE FRAGRANCE OF SOME THOUGHT

bikhar gayee hai duur tak,
HAS SPREAD FAR AND WIDE,

bikhar gayee hai duur tak,
HAS SPREAD FAR AND WIDE,

na jaane kaun aayegaa,
WHO KNOWS WHO’LL COME!

na jaane kis kee aas hai,
WHO KNOWS WHO’S THE OBJECT OF DESIRE!

yeh shaam hai dhuaa.n dhuaa.n,
FOGGY AND MISTY IS THIS EVENING,

fizaa.n bahot udaas hai,
VERY GLOOMY IS THE AMBIENCE...


jise bataa sakoo.n na mai.n,
THAT WHICH I CAN’T REVEAL,

jise bujhaa sakoo.n na mai.n,
THAT WHICH I CAN’T QUENCH,

jise bujhaa sakoo.n na mai.n,
THAT WHICH I CAN’T QUENCH,


mere labo.n kee pyaas bhee,
EVEN WITH REGARDS TO THE THIRST ON MY LIPS,

na jaane kaisee pyaas hai,
WHO KNOWS WHAT KIND OF THIRST IT IS!

yeh shaam hai dhuaa.n dhuaa.n,
FOGGY AND MISTY IS THIS EVENING,

fizaa.n bahot udaas hai,
VERY GLOOMY IS THE AMBIENCE,

na mai.n kisee ke paas hoo.n,
NEITHER TO SOMEONE I’M CLOSE BY

na koee mere paas hai,
NOR TO ME IS ANYONE HARD BY,

NASIR

"Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins"
— Gustave Flaubert (November)