This is our first family performance at the Silver Jubilee Batch-Meet of SNMC 1988 batch in Agra…my younger son Vishwadi is on the drums, elder one Yashonidhi on the synthesizer and my husband Dr.Veerottam Tomer on guitar…me singing as always, all of us enjoyed a lot and jokingly referred to ourselves as ‘Tomer Band’ 🙂 The song is our favourite from the movie ‘Parinda’ . Heartfelt thanks to Ravimohan Sir and Monu Sir for their guidance, it would not be possible without your help…
The lyrics of the song and their english translation are…
(Tumse milke aisa laga
Meeting you, it seemed like this
Tumse milke armaan hue poore dil ke) – 2
That meeting you, my heart’s desires were fulfilled
Ae meri jaane wafa
Oh love of my life
Teri meri meri teri ek jaan hai
Yours, mine, mine, yours, our lives are one
Saath tere rahenge sada, tumse na honge judaa
I will stay with you always, I will never leave you
Tumse milke aisa laga
Meeting you, it seemed like this
Tumse milke armaan hue poore dil ke
That meeting you, my heart’s desires were fulfilled
Mere sanam, teri kasam chhodenge ab na yeh haath
My sweetheart, I swear to you, I will not let go of your hand now
Yeh zindagi
This life
La la la
Guzregi ab
I will now spend
La la la
Hamdam tumhaare hi saath
With you alone, oh my soulmate
Apna yeh vaada raha, tumse na honge judaa
I have made this promise, I will never leave you
( Tumse milke aisa laga
Meeting you, it seemed like this
Tumse milke armaan hue poore dil ke )2
That meeting you, my heart’s desires were fulfilled
Maine kiya
I have
La la la
Hai raat din
Day and night
La la la
Bas tera hi intezaar
just longed only for you
Tere bina aata nahin ek pal mujhe ab qaraar
Without you I don’t get relief for one moment
Hamdam mera mil gaya, ab hum na honge judaa – 2
I have found my soulmate, now we will not separate
Tumse milke
Meeting you
Tumse milke aisa laga
Meeting you, it seemed like this
Tumse milke
Meeting you
Armaan hue poore dil ke
That my heart’s desires were fulfilled
Ae meri jaane wafa
Oh love of my life
Teri meri meri teri ek jaan hai
Yours, mine, mine, yours, our lives are one
Saath tere rahenge sada, ab hum na honge judaa
I will stay with you always, now we won’t separate
La la la la, la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Raksha Bandhan is a festival to celebrate the bond between a brother and a sister. A sister ties a Rakhi ( a silk thread) on her brother’s hand and asks him to protect her always….The brother in return promises to take care of her always……
Posting this song to wish A Happy Raksha Bandhan to all. The lyrics of the song are as below, I have also tried to translate each line in English….
(Mere Bhaiya, Mere Chanda, Mere Anmol Ratan
….My brother, my moon, my priceless gem
Tere badle mein zamaane ki koi cheez na loon) -2
….In your place I can never take anything that this world has to offer
Teri saanson ki kasam khaake, hawa chalti hai
…..The breeze blows after pledging by your breath
Tere chehre ki jhalak paake, bahaar aati hai
…..The bloom starts after a glimpse of your face
Ek pal bhi meri nazaron se tu jo ojhal ho
…..If you hide from my vision even for one moment
Har taraf meri nazar tujhko pukaar aati hai
…..My eyes search for you in every direction
(Mere Bhaiya Mere Chanda Mere Anmol Ratan
….My brother, my moon, my priceless gem
Tere badle mein zamaane ki koi cheez na loon) -2
….In your place I can never take anything that this world has to offer
Tere sehre ki mehekti hui ladiyon ke liye
….For the garlands of your Sehra (a flowery head-dress worn by the groom)
Anginat phool ummeedo he chune hain maine
….I have plucked innumerable flowers of hope
Wo bhi din aaye ki un khwaabo ki taabeer mile
….May that day come when those dreams are realized
Teri khaatir jo haseen khwaab bune hain maine
….The beautiful dreams that I have dreamt for you
(Mere Bhaiya, Mere Chanda, Mere Anmol Ratan
….My brother, my moon, my priceless gem
Tere badle mein zamaane ki koi cheez na loon) -2
….In your place I can never take anything that this world has to offer
‘Saare Jahaan Se Achchha’ famously known as ‘Tarana-e-Hindi’ was written by Shri Muhammad Iqbal…..I have taken the lyrics and English translation from Wikipedia, posting them below….
sāre jahāñ se acchā hindostāñ hamārā
ham bulbuleñ haiñ us kī vuh gulsitāñ hamārā
parbat vuh sab se ūñchā, hamsāyah āsmāñ kā
vuh santarī hamārā, vuh pāsbāñ hamārā
godī meñ kheltī haiñ us kī hazāroñ nadiyāñ
gulshan hai jin ke dam se rashk-e janāñ hamārā
mażhab nahīñ sikhātā āpas meñ bair rakhnā
hindī haiñ ham, vat̤an hai hindostāñ hamārā
kuch bāt hai kih hastī miṭtī nahīñ hamārī
sadiyoñ rahā hai dushman daur-e zahāñ hamārā
sāre jahāñ se acchā hindostāñ hamārā
sāre jahāñ se acchā
maʿlūm kyā kisī ko dard-e nihāñ hamārā!
sāre jahāñ se acchā hindostāñ hamārā
ham bulbuleñ haiñ us kī vuh gulsitāñ hamārā
English translation is as follows…..
Better than the entire world, is our Hindustan,
We are its nightingales, and it (is) our garden abode
That tallest mountain, that shade-sharer of the sky,
It (is) our sentry, it (is) our watchman
In its lap frolic those thousands of rivers,
Whose vitality makes our garden the envy of Paradise.
Religion does not teach us to bear ill-will among ourselves
We are of Hind, our homeland is Hindustan.
Such is our existence that it cannot be erased
Even though, for centuries, the cycle of time has been our enemy.
Better than the entire world, is our Hindustan,
Better than the entire world,
What does any one know of our hidden pain?
Better than the entire world, is our Hindustan,
We are its nightingales, and it (is) our garden abode
Lyrics in Hindi are…..
सारे जहाँ से अच्छा हिन्दोस्ताँ हमारा
हम बुलबुलें हैं इसकी वो गुलसिताँ हमारा
परबत वो सब से ऊँचा हमसायह आसमाँ का
वो संतरी हमारा वो पासबाँ हमारा
गोदी में खेलती है इसकी हज़ारों नदियाँ
गुलशन हैं जिनके दम से रश्क-ए-जनाँ हमारा
मज़हब नहीं सिखाता आपस में बैर रखना
हिन्दी हैं हम वतन है हिन्दोस्ताँ हमारा
कुछ बात है कि हस्ती मिटती नहीं हमारी
सदियों रहा है दुश्मन दौर-ए-जहाँ हमारा
सारे जहाँ से अच्छा हिन्दोस्ताँ हमारा
सारे जहाँ से अच्छा
मालूम क्या किसी को दर्द-ए-निहाँ हमारा
सारे जहाँ से अच्छा हिन्दोस्ताँ हमारा
हम बुलबुलें हैं इसकी वो गुलसिताँ हमारा
This is another folk-song we sing in the rainy season to celebrate monsoons, in Western Uttar-Pradesh…..Posting the lyrics of the song below, have also tried to translate each line in English….
Jhulwa jhulat mohe
….As I was swaying on a swing
Naagin das gayee jee
….A (female) snake bit me
Aeji koi das gayee, Hambey! Koi das gayee
….O Dear! It stung me, Yes! It stung me
Anguli ki por
….Tip of my finger
Jhulwa jhulat mohe
….As I was swaying on a swing
Naagin das gayee jee
….A (female) snake bit me
Saasu hamaari sun ke roye padin jee-2
….My mother-in-law started weeping when she heard this
Aeji koi nanadi ne, Hambey! Koi nanadi ne khayee hai pachhaar
….O Dear! My sister-in-law, Yes! My sister-in-law has fainted
Saiyaan hamaare sunke hans pade jee-2
….My beloved laughed when he heard this
Aeji koi unsi to, Hambey! Koi unsi to laaun do-chaar
….O Dear! Yes Dear! I can bring many like her
This is one of my favourite folk-songs…Have uploaded it earlier in 2009 too, re-uploading it today to wish everyone A Very Happy Teej….From left to right are My Bhabhi, Mataji, Mummy and me…all of us always sing these songs every year at home to celebrate Saawan and Teej…This time I decided to record and upload the team-effort 🙂 Also posting the lyrics below which I have tried to translate in English to the best of my ability…….
Galin galin Manra phirey-2
….The Bangle-seller wanders from street to street
Ari Bibi, Manra ko leyna bulwaaye
….O sister, please call the bangle-seller
Choora to meri jaan, Choora to haathi-daant ka
….Choora( A large-sized broad bangle) made from ivory is my life
Kaun disa se Manra aayee hai?-2
…. From which direction the bangle-seller has come?
Aur kaun disa ko Manra jaaye?
…..And to which direction does the bangle-seller go?
Choora to meri jaan, Choora to haathi-daant ka
….Choora( A large-sized broad bangle) made from ivory is my life
Poorab disa se Manra aayee hai-2
….The bangle-seller comes from the East direction
Aur Paschchim disa ko Manra jaaye
…..And the bangle-seller goes in the West direction
Choora to meri jaan, Choora to haathi-daant ka
….Choora( A large-sized broad bangle) made from ivory is my life
Hari re Jingali re Manra naa pehrun-2
….O bangle-seller, I will not wear green Jingali (A special collection of bangles)
Are manra, hare mere Rajaji ke baag, Maharajaji ke baag
….O bangle-seller, because my King of King’s( loved one’s) gardens are green
Choora to meri jaan, Choora to haathi-daant ka
….Choora( A large-sized broad bangle) made from ivory is my life
Kaali re Jingali re Manra naa pehrun-2
….O bangle-seller, I will not wear black Jingali (A special collection of bangles)
Are Manra, kale mere Rajaji ke baal Maharajaji ke baal
….O bangle-seller, black are my King of King’s(Loved one’s) hair
Choora to meri jaan, Choora to haathi-daant ka
….Choora( A large-sized broad bangle) made from ivory is my life
Laal re Jingali re Manra naa pehrun- 2
….O bangle-seller, I will not wear red Jingali (A special collection of bangles)
Are Manra, Laal mere Rajaji ke honth , Maharajaji ke honth
….O bangle-seller, red are my King of King’s(loved one’s) lips
Choora to meri jaan, Choora to haathi-daant ka
….Choora( A large-sized broad bangle) made from ivory is my life
Peeli re Jingali re Manra naa pehrun-2
….O bangle-seller, I will not wear yellow Jingali ( A special collection of bangles)
Are Manra, peele mere Rajaji ke mehel, Maharajaji ke mehel
….O bangle-seller, yellow are my King of King’s palaces
Choora to meri jaan, Choora to haathi-daant ka
….Choora( A large-sized broad bangle) made from ivory is my life
Neeli re Jingali re Manra naa pehrun-2
…..O bangle-seller, I will not wear blue Jingali ( A special collection of bangles)
Are Manra, neele mere Rajaji ke Gudhal, Maharajaji ke gudhal
…..O bangle-seller, blue are my King of King’s (Loved one’s) horses
Choora to meri jaan, Choora to haathi-daant ka
….Choora( A large-sized broad bangle) made from ivory is my life
Shwet re Jingali re Manra naa pehrun-2
….O bangle-seller, I will not wear white Jingali ( A special collection of bangles)
Are Manra, shwet mere Rajaji ke vastra, Maharajaji ke vastra
….O bangle-seller, white are my King of King’s(loved one’s) clothes
Choora to meri jaan, Choora to haathi-daant ka
….Choora( A large-sized broad bangle) made from ivory is my life
Aisi Jingali re Manra tu pehraa-2
….O bangle-seller, give me such a Jingali ( A special collection of bangles) to wear
Jisse jag saara jag-mag hoye
….Which makes the whole world shine
Choora to meri jaan, Choora to haathi-daant ka
….Choora( A large-sized broad bangle) made from ivory is my life
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