688. Philosophical Song of Rafi: Kis taraah jeete hain ye log bataa doh yaaron..

Movie: NAI ROSHNI (1967)

Music: Ravi
Lyrics: Rajinder Krishan


Main Movie-Hall where first released in Bombay: Super Cinema.
Philosophical/Didactic Song of Rafi: Kis Taraah Jeete Hain....
Roman Transliteration/English Translation of the original lyrics:


kis taraah jeete hai.n, yeh log, bataa doh yaaro.n,
TELL US HOW DO THESE PEOPLE LIVE, O FRIENDS!


kis taraah jeete hai.n, yeh log, bataa doh yaaro.n,
TELL US HOW DO THESE PEOPLE LIVE, O FRIENDS!


hamm ko bhee jeene ka andaaz, sikhaa doh yaaro.n,
SO TEACH US TOO THE ART OF LIVING, O FRIENDS!


kis taraah jeete hai.n, yeh log, bataa doh yaaro.n,
TELL US HOW DO THESE PEOPLE LIVE, O FRIENDS...


pyaar lete hai.n, kahaa.n se yeh, zaamaane waale,
WHERE DO THESE WORLDLY PEOPLE GET LOVE FROM?


pyaar lete hai.n, kahaa.n se yeh, zaamaane waale,
WHERE DO THESE WORLDLY PEOPLE GET LOVE FROM?


un galee koocho.n kaa, rastaa toh, dikhaa doh yaaro.n,
SO SHOW US THE WAY TO THOSE LANES AND ALLEYS , O FRIENDS!


un galee koocho.n kaa, rastaa toh, dikhaa doh yaaro.n,
SO SHOW US THE WAY TO THOSE LANES AND ALLEYS , O FRIENDS!


hamm ko bhee jeene ka, andaaz, sikhaa doh yaaro.n,
SO TEACH US TOO THE ART OF LIVING, O FRIENDS,!


kis taraah jeete hai.n, yeh log, bataa doh yaaro.n,
TELL US HOW DO THESE PEOPLE LIVE, O FRIENDS...


dard ke naam se, waaqif naa, jahaa.n ho koee,
WHERE NO ONE KNOWS THE MEANING OF “PAIN,”


dard ke naam se, waaqif naa, jahaa.n ho koee,
WHERE NO ONE KNOWS THE MEANING OF “PAIN,”


aisee mehfil me.n, hame.n bhee toh, biThaa doh yaaro.n,
SO MAKE US ALSO SIT IN SUCH A PARTY, O FRIENDS!


aisee mehfil me.n, hame.n bhee toh, biThaa doh yaaro.n,
SO MAKE US ALSO SIT IN SUCH A PARTY, O FRIENDS!


hamm ko bhee jeene kaa, andaaz, sikhaa doh yaaro.n,
SO TEACH US TOO THE ART OF LIVING, O FRIENDS!


kis taraah jeete hai.n, yeh log, bataa doh yaaro.n...
TELL US HOW DO THESE PEOPLE LIVE, O FRIENDS...


saath denaa hai toh, Khud peene kee, aadat Daalo,
IF YOU WANNA GIVE COMPANY, CULTIVATE A DRINKING HABIT YOURSELF,


saath denaa hai toh, Khud peene kee, aadat Daalo,
IF YOU WANNA GIVE COMPANY, CULTIVATE A DRINKING HABIT YOURSELF,


warnaa maiKhaana kaa, dar hamm se, chhu.Da doh yaaro.n,
OTHERWISE, MAKE US QUIT THE TAVERN’S DOOR , O FRIENDS!


warnaa maiKhaana kaa, dar hamm se, chhu.Da doh yaaro.n,
OTHERWISE, MAKE US QUIT THE TAVERN’S DOOR , O FRIENDS!


hamm ko bhee jeene ka andaaz, sikhaa doh yaaro.n,
SO TEACH US TOO THE ART OF LIVING, O FRIENDS!


kis taraah jeete hai.n, yeh log, bataa doh yaaro.n,
TELL US HOW DO THESE PEOPLE LIVE, O FRIENDS!


kis taraah jeete hai.n yeh log.
HOW DO THESE PEOPLE LIVE....


NASIR.


“We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their faces away” – Walker Percy

lyrics

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637. Philosophical Song of Rafi: Ghareebon kaa jeenaa bhee hai koi jeena...

Movie: NAI ROSHNI

Lyrics:  Rajinder Krishan
Music:  Ravi


Philosophical/Didactic Song of Rafi: Ghareebo.n kaa jeenaa....
Roman Transiteration/English Translation of original Urdu-Hindi Lyrics:



ghareebo.n kaa jeenaa, bhee hai koee jeenaa,
THE LIFE OF THE POOR, WHAT SORT OF LIFE IS IT!


ho garmee yaa sardee, paseenaa-paseenaa,
WHETHER ‘TIS SUMMER OR WINTER, ‘TIS JUST PLAIN SWEAT!


ghareebo.n kaa jeenaa, bhee hai koee jeenaa,
THE LIFE OF THE POOR, WHAT SORT OF LIFE IS IT!


ho garmee yaa sardee, paseenaa-paseenaa,
WHETHER ‘TIS SUMMER OR WINTER, ‘TIS JUST PLAIN SWEAT!


ghareebo.n kaa jeenaa, bhee hai koee jeenaa,
THE LIFE OF THE POOR, WHAT SORT OF LIFE IS IT!


jo paidaa huve bhookh dar pe kha.Dee theeh,
RIGHT FROM BIRTH, HUNGER WAS STANDING IN THE DOORWAY,


ghareebee kee paao.n me.n be.Dee pa.Dee theeh,
FETTERED WERE THE FEET OF POVERTY,


jo paidaa huve bhookh dar pe kha.Dee theeh,
RIGHT FROM BIRTH, HUNGER WAS STANDING IN THE DOORWAY,


ghareebee kee paao.n me.n be.Dee pa.Dee theeh,
FETTERED WERE THE FEET OF POVERTY,


thaah shaayad, voh ramzaan kaa hee maheenaa,
‘TWAS PERHAPS THE MONTH OF OBLIGATORY FASTING,


thaah shaayad, voh ramzaan kaa hee maheenaa,
‘TWAS PERHAPS THE MONTH OF OBLIGATORY FASTING,


ghareebo.n kaa jeenaa, bhee hai koee jeenaa,
THE LIFE OF THE POOR, WHAT SORT OF LIFE IS IT!


ho garmee yaa sardee, paseenaa-paseenaa,
WHETHER ‘TIS SUMMER OR WINTER, ‘TIS JUST PLAIN SWEAT!


ghareebo.n kaa jeenaa, bhee hai koee jeenaa,
THE LIFE OF THE POOR, WHAT SORT OF LIFE IS IT!


mere saath kab se sa.Dak chal rahee hai,
FOR HOW LONG IS THIS ROAD ACCOMPANYING ME!


be-khauf-o-Khatar, be-dha.Dak chal rahee hai,
‘TIS RUNNING ALONG FEARLESSLY, WITH ABANDON,


mere saath kab se, sa.Dak chal rahee hai
FOR HOW LONG IS THIS ROAD ACCOMPANYING ME!


be-Khauf-o- Khatar, be-dha.Dak chal rahee hai,
‘TIS RUNNING ALONG FEARLESSLY, WITH ABANDON,


hai dono.n kee qismat me.n patthar kaa seenaa,
HARD-HEARTEDNESS LINES BOTH OUR FATES!


hai dono.n, kee qismat me.n patthar kaa seenaa,
HARD-HEARTEDNESS LINES BOTH OUR FATES!


ghareebo.n kaa jeenaa, bhee hai koee jeenaa,
THE LIFE OF THE POOR, WHAT SORT OF LIFE IS IT!


ho garmee yaa sardee, paseenaa-paseenaa,
WHETHER ‘TIS SUMMER OR WINTER, ‘TIS JUST PLAIN SWEAT!


ghareebo.n kaa jeenaa, bhee hai koee jeenaa,
THE LIFE OF THE POOR, WHAT SORT OF LIFE IS IT!


Muqaddar kaa likkhaa kiye jaa rahe hai.n,
WE’RE DOING WHAT’S BEEN ORDAINED,


is ummeed par hamm, jiye jaa rahe hai.n,
WE’RE CARRYING ON WITH LIVING IN THIS HOPE


Muqaddar kaa likkhaa kiye jaa rahe hai.n,
WE’RE DOING WHAT’S BEEN ORDAINED,


is ummeed par hamm, jiye jaa rahe hai.n,
WE’RE CARRYING ON WITH LIVING IN THIS HOPE


milegee, kabhee maut kee bhee haseenaa,
WE MAY MEET WITH DAME DEATH SOMETIME!


milegee, kabhee maut kee bhee haseenaa,
WE MAY MEET WITH DAME DEATH SOMETIME!


ghareebo.n kaa jeenaa, bhee hai koee jeenaa,
THE LIFE OF THE POOR, WHAT SORT OF LIFE IS IT!


ho garmee yaa sardee, paseenaa-paseenaa,
WHETHER ‘TIS SUMMER OR WINTER, ‘TIS JUST PLAIN SWEAT!


ghareebo.n kaa jeenaa, bhee hai koee jeenaa,
THE LIFE OF THE POOR, WHAT SORT OF LIFE IS IT!


ho garmee yaa sardee, paseenaa-paseenaa,
WHETHER ‘TIS SUMMER OR WINTER, ‘TIS JUST PLAIN SWEAT!


ghareebo.n kaa jeenaa, bhee hai koee jeenaa,
THE LIFE OF THE POOR, WHAT SORT OF LIFE IS IT!


NASIR

The life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. Thomas Hobbes, "The Leviathan"lyrics


translation

224. Translation of Sad Songs of Rafi: Kis Tarah Jeete Hain Yeh Log...

Movie: NAI ROSHNI (1967)
Music: Ravi
Lyrics: Rajinder Krishan
Main Theatrical release in Bombay: Super Cinema.


Rafi Sahaab’s popular song on grappling with life: Kis Taraah Jeete Hain....

Roman Transliteration/English Translation of the original lyrics:


Kis taraah jeete hai.n, yeh log, bataa doh yaaro.n,
TELL US HOW DO THESE PEOPLE SUBSIST, O FRIENDS,

Kis taraah jeete hai.n, yeh log, bataa doh yaaro.n,
TELL US HOW DO THESE PEOPLE SUBSIST, O FRIENDS,

Hamm ko bhee jeene ka andaaz, sikha doh yaaro.n,
SO TEACH US TOO THE ART OF LIVING, O FRIENDS,

Kis taraah jeete hai.n, yeh log, bataa doh yaaro.n,
TELL US HOW DO THESE PEOPLE SUBSIST, O FRIENDS...


Pyaar lete hai.n, kahaa.n se yeh, zaamaane waale,
WHERE DO THESE WORLDLY PEOPLE GET LOVE FROM?

Pyaar lete hai.n, kahaa.n se yeh, zaamaane waale,
WHERE DO THESE WORLDLY PEOPLE GET LOVE FROM?

Un gali koocho.n ka, rastaa toh, dikhaa doh yaaro.n,
SO SHOW US THE WAY TO THOSE LANES AND ALLEYS , O FRIENDS,

Un gali koocho.n ka, rastaa toh, dikhaa doh yaaro.n,
SO SHOW US THE WAY TO THOSE LANES AND ALLEYS , O FRIENDS,

Hamm ko bhee jeene ka, andaaz, sikha doh yaaro.n,
SO TEACH US TOO THE ART OF LIVING, O FRIENDS,

Kis taraah jeete hai.n, yeh log, bataa doh yaaro.n,
TELL US HOW DO THESE PEOPLE SUBSIST, O FRIENDS...


Dard ke naam se, waaqif na, jahaa.n ho koee,
WHERE NO ONE KNOWS THE MEANING OF “PAIN,”

Dard ke naam se, waaqif na, jahaa.n ho koee,
WHERE NO ONE KNOWS THE MEANING OF “PAIN,”

Aisee mehfil me.n, hame.n bhee toh, bithaa doh yaaro.n,
SO MAKE US ALSO SIT IN SUCH A PARTY, O FRIENDS,

Aisee mehfil me.n, hame.n bhee toh, bithaa doh yaaro.n,
SO MAKE US ALSO SIT IN SUCH A PARTY, O FRIENDS,

Hamm ko bhee jeene ka, andaaz, sikhaa doh yaaro.n,
SO TEACH US TOO THE ART OF LIVING, O FRIENDS,

Kis taraah jeete hai.n, yeh log, bataa doh yaaro.n...
TELL US HOW DO THESE PEOPLE SUBSIST, O FRIENDS...


Saath denaa hai toh, khud peene ki, aadat daalo,
IF YOU WANNA GIVE COMPANY, CULTIVATE A DRINKING HABIT YOURSELF,

Saath denaa hai toh, khud peene ki, aadat daalo,
IF YOU WANNA GIVE COMPANY, CULTIVATE A DRINKING HABIT YOURSELF,

Warnaa maikhaana ka, dar hamm se, chhu.da doh yaaro.n,
OTHERWISE, MAKE US QUIT THE TAVERN’S DOOR , O FRIENDS,

Kis taraah jeete hai.n yeh log.
HOW DO THESE PEOPLE SUBSIST....

NASIR.

“We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their faces away” – Walker Percy

222. Translation of Sad Songs of Rafi: Jitni Likkhee Theeh Muqaddar Me.n...

Movie: NAI ROSHNI (1967)
Music: Ravi
Lyrics:Rajinder Krishan


Rafi Sahaab’s song on drinks and destiny: Jitni Likkhee thee....

Roman Transliteration/English Translation of the original lyrics:

Jitni likkhee theeh, muqaddar me.n,
AS MUCH AS WE WERE DESTINED

hamm utnee pee chuke,
THAT MUCH WE’VE DRUNK,

Jitni likkhee theeh, muqaddar me.n,
AS MUCH AS WE WERE DESTINED

hamm utnee pee chuke,
THAT MUCH WE’VE DRUNK,

Ab toh din marne ke hai.n,
THE DYING DAYS ARE HERE NOW,

Jeena thaah jitna, jee chuke,
AS MUCH AS WE'D TO LIVE, WE'VE LIVED,

Jitni likkhee theeh, muqaddar me.n,
AS MUCH AS WE WERE DESTINED

hamm utnee pee chuke,
THAT MUCH WE’VE DRUNK...


Ay zamaane ab na aana, hamm ko samjhaane kabhee,
O WORLD, NOW DON’T COME TO EXPLAIN TO US EVER,

Ay zamaane ab na aana, hamm ko samjhaane kabhee,
O WORLD, NOW DON’T COME TO EXPLAIN TO US EVER,

Apni keh lee, sabki sun lee,
WE’VE SAID OUR BIT, HEARD OUT EVERYONE,

hont ab toh, see chuke,
OUR LIPS ARE SEALED NOW,

Apni keh lee, sab ki sun lee,
WE’VE SAID OUR BIT, HEARD OUT EVERYONE,

hont ab toh, see chuke
OUR LIPS ARE SEALED NOW,

Ab toh din, marne ke hai.n,
THE DYING DAYS ARE HERE NOW,

Jeena thaah jitna, jee chuke,
AS MUCH AS WE’D TO LIVE, WE’VE LIVED,

Jitni likkhee theeh, muqaddar me.n,
AS MUCH AS WE WERE DESTINED

hamm utnee pee chuke...
THAT MUCH WE’VE DRUNK...


Ab hamaari, khushk aankho.n me.n na kuchh, dhoondhe koee,
NOW IN OUR DRY EYES LET NO ONE SEARCH A THING,

Ab hamaari, khushk aankho.n me.n na kuchh, dhoondhe koee,
NOW IN OUR DRY EYES LET NO ONE SEARCH A THING,

Ashq jitney, inn me.n theh hamm, pee chuke,
AS MANY TEARS AS WERE IN THEM, WE’VE DRUNK,

Hamm pee chuke,
WE’VE DRUNK,

Ashq jitney, inn me.n theh hamm, pee chuke,
AS MANY TEARS AS WERE IN THEM, WE’VE DRUNK,

Hamm pee chuke
WE’VE DRUNK,

Ab toh din, marne ke hai.n,
THE DYING DAYS ARE HERE NOW,

jeena thaah jitnaa, jee chuke,
AS MUCH AS WE’D TO LIVE, WE’VE LIVED,

Jitni likkhee theeh, muqaddar me.n,
AS MUCH AS WE WERE DESTINED

hamm utnee pee chuke...
THAT MUCH WE’VE DRUNK...


Zindagi aur maut dono, ek hai.n apne liye,
BOTH LIFE AND DEATH ARE ONE AND THE SAME FOR US,

Zindagi aur maut dono, ek hai.n apne liye,
BOTH LIFE AND DEATH ARE ONE AND THE SAME FOR US,

Ab kisee ko kya bataaye.n,
NOW WHAT TO REVEAL TO ANYONE

mar chuke, yaa jee chuke,
WHETHER WE’VE DIED OR FINISHED LIVING,

Ab kisee ko kya bataaye.n,
NOW WHAT TO REVEAL TO ANYONE

mar chuke, yaa jee chuke
WHETHER WE’VE DIED OR FINISHED LIVING,

Ab toh din, marne ke hai.n,
THE DYING DAYS ARE HERE NOW,

jeena thaah jitnaa, jee chuke,
AS MUCH AS WE’D TO LIVE, WE’VE LIVED,

Jitni likkhee theeh muqaddar me.n,
AS MUCH AS WE WERE DESTINED

hamm utnee pee chuke...
THAT MUCH WE’VE DRUNK...


Ghar se be-ghar ho gaye,
DEPRIVED AS WE’RE OF A HOUSE AND HOME,

ab ghar kee yaad aaye toh kyoo.n,
SO WHY REMEMBER THE HOME NOW?

Ghar se be-ghar ho gaye,
DEPRIVED AS WE’RE OF A HOUSE AND HOME,

ab ghar kee yaad aaye toh kyoo.n,
SO WHY REMEMBER THE HOME NOW?

Zindagi peechhaa na kar hamm, jee chuke,
O LIFE DON’T YOU CHASE US, WE’RE PAST LIVING,

hamm jee chuke,
WE’VE FINISHED LIVING,

Zindagi peechhaa na kar hamm, jee chuke,
O LIFE DON’T YOU CHASE US, WE’RE PAST LIVING,

hamm jee chuke,
WE’VE FINISHED LIVING,

Jee chuke,
FINISHED LIVING,

jee chuke,
FINISHED LIVING,

jee chuke,
FINISHED LIVING,

jee chuke.
FINISHED LIVING.

jee chuke,
FINISHED LIVING,

jee chuke.
FINISHED LIVING.

NASIR.

And when night, darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
John Milton