Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Shiv Kumar Batalvi's - "MaeN Kal NaheeN Rahina" (Presentation - Desh Ratna)

MaeN Kal NaheeN Rahina
Ni jiNde
MaeN kal naheeN rahina!
Aj raateeN asaaN ghuT baahaaN vich
GeetaaN da ik chuman laena,
Ni jiNde
MaeN kal naheeN rahina!

Na kal khiRna chaanan da phul
Na kal khiRna chaMba,
Na kal baageeN mahikaaN phirna
Kar ke ni sir naNga.
Na aj vaakan
Lif lif TaahnaaN
Dharti paereeN paenaaN!
Ni jiNde
MaeN kal naheeN rahina!

KooNjaaN uhD puhD jaana
Kidhare door disaureeN,
Kal tak peeR mere nu samiyaaN
Var lae jaana zoreeN.
Na ruhtaaN gal
Kal nu rahina
PhulaaN da koi gahina,
Ni jiNde
MaeN kal naheeN rahina!

Na raahvaaN deeyaaN paeRaaN kal nu
Din chaRde tak jeena,
Na mere geetaaN birhe joga
Sucha jhaga seena.
MuR na tavaareekh di CHaaveN
INj haNju koi bahina,
Ni jiNde
MaeN kal naheeN rahina!

Na aj vaakan muR ke ral mil
Tu bahina maeN bahina,
Na kal edaaN suraj chaRna
Na kal edaaN lahina.
Same de paNCHi
Daana daana
SaahvaaN da chuk laena,
Ni jiNde
MaeN kal naheeN rahina!

Aj raati asaaN ghuT baahaaN vich
GeetaaN da ik chuman laena.
MaeN Kal NaheeN Rahina
Listen, O my life,
I will not be here tomorrow.
Tonight, let us clutch a song tightly,
And claim its kiss.
Listen, O my life
I will not be here tomorrow.

The moonlight will not flower tomorrow,
Nor will bloom the champak.
Perfumes will not roam the garden
With uncovered head.
Nor like today
Will yielding branches
Bend to touch the earth,
Listen, O my life
I will not be here tomorrow.

The cranes will have scattered,
Flown far away.
By tomorrow, time, like a husband,
Will have carried off my pain.
No longer will flowers lie like jewels
Around the throat
Of the season tomorrow.
Listen, O my life
I will not be here tomorrow.

By daybreak the footprints on paths
Will not be traceable.
No longer will my songs sew a robe
True to separation.
Never will tears collect like this again,
Beneath the shadows of the past.
Listen, O my life
I will not be here tomorrow.

Not, like today, will we sit together again
You and I.
Not, like this, will will the sun rise tomorrow,
Nor, like this, will it set.
The bird of time
Will have collected
Every single grain of my breath.
Listen, O my life.
I will not be here tomorrow.
Tonight let us clutch a song tightly
And claim its kiss.

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