377. Translation of Sad Songs of Rafi: Ay Dil-e-Naakaam...

Movie: HAMARA SANSAR (1945)
Lyrics: Ramesh Gupta
Music: Pandit Gobindram


Young Rafi’s Rare Gem: Ay dil-e-naakaam ab...

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


Ay dil-e-naakaam ab, jeene kee tamanna chho.d de,
O HAPLESS HEART, ABANDON THE DESIRE TO LIVE NOW!

Ay dil-e-naakaam ab, jeene kee tamanna chho.d de,
O HAPLESS HEART, ABANDON THE DESIRE TO LIVE NOW!

Apne armaano.n kee dunyaa, ke minaare.n to.d de,
BREAK THE MINARETS OF THE WORLD OF YOUR DESIRES

Ay dil-e-naakaam ab, jeene kee tamanna chho.d de...
O HAPLESS HEART, ABANDON THE DESIRE TO LIVE NOW!

Apne begaane huwe, jin par ke tujh ko naaz thaah,
YOUR KITH AND KIN, ON WHOM YOU DOTED, HAVE BECOME STRANGERS,


Apne begaane huwe, jin par ke tujh ko naaz thaah,
THE KITH AND KIN, ON WHOM YOU DOTED, HAVE BECOME STRANGERS,

Saaf dil thaah, tuu magar, kuchh un ke dil me.n raaz thaah,
YOUR HEART WAS PURE, BUT THEIR HEART CONCEALED SOMETHING,

Matlabee dunyaa pe tuu, aitbaar laanaa chho.d de
GIVE UP TRUSTING THE SELF-SERVING WORLD,

Aitbaar laanaa chho.d de,
GIVE UP TRUSTING,

Ay dil-e-naakaam ab, jeene kee tamanna chho.d de...
O HAPLESS HEART, ABANDON THE DESIRE TO LIVE NOW!


Bharosa chho.d de kal kaa
ABANDON DEPENDING ON THE MORROW,

Bharosa, chho.d. de kal kaa,
ABANDON DEPENDING ON THE MORROW,

Bitaa de arzoo dil kee
FINISH DOING YOUR HEART’S DESIRE,

Taqaaza hai yeh qismat kaa,
THIS IS THE DEMAND OF THE DESTINY,

Chalaa chal raah manzil kee,
KEEP WALKING THE PATH TO DESTINATION,

Chalaa chal raah manzil kee,
KEEP WALKING THE PATH TO DESTINATION,

Jin ko hai kal kaa bharosaa, un ko kal par chho.d de,
THOSE WHO DEPEND ON THE MORROW, LEAVE THEM TO THE FUTURE,

Ay dil-e-naakaam ab, jeene kee tamanna chho.d de.
O HAPLESS HEART, ABANDON THE DESIRE TO LIVE NOW!

NASIR

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot.
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
- Shakespeare

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341. Translation of Sad Songs of Rafi: Wah Re Zamaane...

Movie: GHAR KI IZZAT (1948)
Music: Pandit Gobindram
Lyrics: I.C. Kapoor.



Rafi Sahaab’s early nugget: Waah Re Zamaane....

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


Waah re zamaane, kyaa rangg dikhaaye,
FIE WORLD, WHAT FICKLENESS!

Waah re zamaane, kyaa rangg dikhaaye,
FIE WORLD, WHAT FICKLENESS!

Pal me.n ha.nsaaye, pal me.n rulaaye,
MAKING US LAUGH ONE MOMENT; THE OTHER MOMENT,MAKING US WEEP,

Kyaa rangg dikaaye,
WHAT FICKLENESS!

Waah re zamaane, kyaa rangg dikhaaye...
FIE WORLD, WHAT FICKLENESS!


Mohabbat ka nannaah, diyaa TimTimaayaa,
A LITTLE LAMP OF LOVE FLICKERED,

Pehle hee jho.nke ne, aakar bujhaayaa,
THE VERY FIRST GUST CAME, EXTINGUISHING IT,

Aa.nkho.n me.n taareekee dil me.n andheraa,
BLINDNESS IN THE EYES, DARKNESS IN THE HEART,

Aa.nkho.n me.n, taareekee dil me.n andheraa,
BLINDNESS IN THE EYES, DARKNESS IN THE HEART,

Pag pag Thokar khaaye
STUMBLING AT EVERY STEP,

Pag pag, Thokar khaaye,
STUMBLING AT EVERY STEP,

Kyaa ranggg dikhaaye,
WHAT FICKLENESS!

Waah re zamaane, kyaa rangg dikhaaye..
FIE WORLD, WHAT FICKLENESS!


Haatho.n kee me.nhdee ko dekhe suhaagan,
THE NEWLY WED LOOKS AT THE HENNA-ADORNED HANDS,

Haatho.n kee me.nhdee ko, dekhe suhaagan,
THE NEWLY WED LOOKS AT THE HENNA-ADORNED HANDS,

Aa.nkho.n men aa.nsoo, soona hai aangan,
TEARS IN THE EYES; DESERTED IS THE COURTYARD,

Aa.nkho.n men aa.nsoo, soona hai aangan,
TEARS IN THE EYES; DESERTED IS THE COURTYARD,

Khusheeyo.n ke din, toh beet chuke hai.n,
THE DAYS OF HAPPINESS ARE OVER,

Khusheeyo.n ke din, toh beet chuke hai.n
THE DAYS OF HAPPINESS ARE OVER,

Reh gaye haay, haay
BEWAILMENT REMAINS!

Kyaa rangg dikhaaye,
WHAT FICKLENESS!

Waah re zamaane, kyaa rang dikhaaye,
FIE WORLD, WHAT FICKLENESS!

Pal me.n hansaaye, pal men rulaaye
MAKING US LAUGH ONE MOMENT; THE OTHER MOMENT,MAKING US WEEP,

Kyaa ranggg dikhaaye,
WHAT FICKLENESS!

Waah re zamaane, kyaa rang dikhaaye,
FIE WORLD, WHAT FICKLENESS!

NASIR

We are all of us, in this world, more or less like St. January, whom the inhabitants of Naples worship one day, and pelt with baked apples the next.
- Madame Anne Sophie Swetchine (Soimonoff)