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Tuesday, March 30, 2010

543. Rafi's Romantic Song: Ankhiyaan Apnee Chhupaa Rakkh Goriye...

Movie: MERA QASOOR KYA HAI  (1964)

Lyrics: Rajinder Krishan
Music: Chitragupt


Romantic Rafi’s Rare Gem: Ankhiyaan Apnee Chhupaa Ke Rakkh…


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



 a.nkhiyaa.n apnee chhupaa ke rakkh goriye
HIDE YOUR EYES, O FAIR BELLE!


zamaanaa, sharaabee bann jaayegaa,
THE WORLD WILL BECOME INTOXICATED,


a.nkhiyaa.n apnee chhupaa ke rakkh goriye
HIDE YOUR FACE, O FAIR BELLE!


zamaanaa, sharaabee bann jaayegaa,
THE WORLD WILL BECOME INTOXICATED,


chaand cha.Dhe sab duniyaa dekhe,
THE ENTIRE WORLD SEES THE RISING MOON,


chaand cha.Dhe sab duniyaa dekhe,
THE ENTIRE WORLD SEES THE RISING MOON,


mai.n toh dekhoo.n mukh yaar kaa
AS FOR ME, I WATCH THE FACE OF MY BELOVED,


mai.n mar gayaa Allah,
I’M A GONER, O ALLAH!


mai.n toh dekhoo.n mukh yaar kaa,
AS FOR ME, I WATCH THE FACE OF MY BELOVED,


zulfe.n, rukh se haTaa ke rakkh goriye
SHIFT THE TRESSES FROM THE FACE, O FAIR BELLE!


zamaanaa, sharaabee bann jaayegaa,
THE WORLD WILL BECOME INTOXICATED,


a.nkhiyaa.n apnee chhupaa ke rakkh goriye
HIDE YOUR EYES, O FAIR BELLE!


zamaanaa, sharaabee bann jaayegaa….
THE WORLD WILL BECOME INTOXICATED,


dekh ke tere husn kaa aalam, haay,
SEEING YOUR BEAUTEOUS STATE, OH!


dekh ke tere husn kaa aalam,
SEEING YOUR BEAUTEOUS STATE


dil hai deewaanaa tere naam kaa
THE HEART’S CRAZY FOR YOUR NAME,


mai.n mar gayaa Allah,
I’M A GONER, O ALLAH!


dil hai deewaanaa tere naam kaa,
THE HEART’S CRAZY FOR YOUR NAME,


palke.n, yoo.n naa jhukaa ke rakkh goriye
DON’T KEEP YOUR EYELASHES LOWERED, O FAIR BELLE!


zamaanaa, sharaabee bann jaayegaa,
THE WORLD WILL BECOME INTOXICATED,


a.nkhiyaa.n apnee chhupaa ke rakkh goriye
HIDE YOUR EYES, O FAIR BELLE!


zamaanaa, sharaabee bann jaayegaa….
THE WORLD WILL BECOME INTOXICATED…


teree galee me.n aanaa jaanaa,
GOING TO AND FRO IN YOUR LANE,


teree galee me.n aanaa jaanaa,
GOING TO AND FRO IN YOUR LANE


kaam yahee hai subh-o-shaam kaa
‘TIS THE ONLY JOB OF MORNING AND EVENING,


mai.n mar gayaa Allah,
I’M A GONER, O ALLAH!


kaam yahee hai subh-o-shaam kaa,
‘TIS THE ONLY JOB OF MORNING AND EVENING,


jalwe, kuchh toh bachaa ke rakkh goriye
SAVE SOME OF YOUR FINERIES, O FAIR BELLE,


zamaanaa, sharaabee bann jaayegaa,
THE WORLD WILL BECOME INTOXICATED,


a.nkhiyaa.n apnee chhupaa ke rakkh goriye
HIDE YOUR EYES, O FAIR BELLE!


zamaanaa, sharaabee bann jaayegaa.
THE WORLD WILL BECOME INTOXICATED.


Nasir

Beauty is worse than wine, it intoxicates both the holder and beholder. - Aldous Huxley

Sunday, November 2, 2008

188. Translation of Sad Songs of Rafi: Kahin Se Maut Ko Laao...


Movie: MERA QUSOOR KYA HAI (1964)
Lyrics: Rajinder Krishan
Music: Chitragupt

A rare gem of Rafi Sahaab: Kahee.n Se Maut Ko Laao...
Roman Transliteration/English Translation of the original lyrics:



kaa.nTo.n pe chal ke, paa.nv ke chhaalo.n se kyaa gilaa,
AFTER WALKING ON THORNS, WHY COMPLAIN ABOUT BLISTERS IN FEET,

maa.ngee theeh khud hee raat, ujaalo.n se kyaa gilaa...
I HAD MYSELF ASKED FOR THE NIGHT, WHY COMPLAIN ABOUT DAY-LIGHT,


kahee.n se maut ko laao, ke gham kee raat kaTe,
BRING DEATH FROM SOMEWHERE, SO THAT THE NIGHT OF SORROW MAY PASS,

kahee.n se maut ko laao, ke gham kee raat kaTe,
BRING DEATH FROM SOMEWHERE, SO THAT THE NIGHT OF SORROW MAY PASS,

meraa hee sog manaao, ke gham kee raat kaTe,
MOURN FOR MYSELF, SO THAT THE NIGHT OF SORROW MAY PASS,

kahee.n se maut ko laao, ke gham kee raat kaTe...
BRING DEATH FROM SOMEWHERE, SO THAT THE NIGHT OF SORROW MAY PASS...


kare na peechhaa meraa, zindagee ko samjhaa doh,
NOT TO PURSUE ME, IMPRESS IT ON LIFE,

kare na peechhaa meraa, zindagee ko samjhaa doh,
NOT TO PURSUE ME, IMPRESS IT ON LIFE

zindagee ko samjhaa doh,
IMPRESS IT ON LIFE...

yeh raah uss ko bhulaao, ke gham kee raat kaTe,
MAKE IT OBLIVIOUS OF THIS PATH, SO THAT THE NIGHT OF SORROW MAY PASS,

Kahee.n se maut ko laao, ke gham kee raat kaTe...
BRING DEATH FROM SOMEWHERE, SO THAT THE NIGHT OF SORROW MAY PASS...


kaho bahaaro.n se ab, shaakh- e-dil na hogee haree,
TELL THE BLOSSOM-TIMES NOW, THE HEART’S BOUGH WON’T BLOOM,

kaho bahaaro.n se ab, shaakh- e-dil na hogee haree,
TELL THE BLOSSOM-TIMES NOW, THE HEART’S BOUGH WON’T BLOOM,

shaakh-e-dil, na hogee haree,
THE HEART’S BOUGH WON’T BLOOM,

khizaa.n ke geet sunaao, ke gham kee raat kaTe
NARRATE THE SONGS OF AUTUMN, SO THAT THE NIGHT OF SORROW MAY PASS,

kahee.n se maut ko laao, ke gham kee raat kaTe...
BRING DEATH FROM SOMEWHERE, SO THAT THE NIGHT OF SORROW MAY PASS,

na chaaraagar kee zaroorat, na kuchh dawaa kee hai,
THERE’S NO NEED FOR A HEALER, NOR FOR ANY MEDICINES,

na chaaraagar kee zaroorat, na kuchh dawaa kee hai,
THERE’S NO NEED FOR A HEALER, NOR FOR ANY MEDICINES,

na kuchh dawaa kee hai,
NOR FOR ANY MEDICINES,

dua ko haath uThaao, ke gham kee raat kaTe,
RAISE THE HANDS IN SUPPLICATION, SO THAT THE NIGHT OF SORROW MAY PASS,

kahee.n se maut ko laao, ke gham kee raat kaTe.
BRING DEATH FROM SOMEWHERE, SO THAT THE NIGHT OF SORROW MAY PASS,

NASIR.


“Death has a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one”
-Phillip Massinger.