Khait Sona ugalney Ko BeChain Hain,
Vaadiyaan Lehlahaane ko Betaab hain,
Sang o Khisht Bekhwaab o bedaar hain,
In ki Aankhon Me Taameer Ke Khwaab hain,
In Ke Khwaabon ko Taqmeel Ka Roop Do,
Mulk Ki Vaadiyaan , Ghatiyaan, Khetiyaan , Auratein Bachiyaan ,
Haath Failaaye khairaat Ki Muntazir hain ,
Inko Aman aur Tehzeeb ki Bheekh Do,
Maaon ko Unke Hothon ki Shadaabiyaan,
Nanhe bachon ko Unki Khushee Baksh Do,
Mujh Ko Mera Hunar Meri Lai Baksh Do,
Mera Sur Baksh Do meri nai Baksh Do
Apne nagmon Ki Jholi Pasaare ,
Dhar b Dhar Phir Rahaa hoon,
Mujh Ko Phir Mera khoya huva Saaz do ,
Mein Tumhaara Muganni Tumhaare Liye ,
Jab bhi Aayaa , Naye geet Laata Rahoonga .
( Sahir Ludhianavi )
Our fields are impatient to give a crop of gold ,
Our valleys are desperate to present their scenic charm,
Carrying dreams of development in their eyes ,
Even Our stones and bricks are conscious but without dreams ,
Allow their dreams to materialize ,
Our valleys , our hills ,our fields, our women and our daughters ,
Have just turned beggars looking for alms ,
Grant them the alms of peace and culture .
Give happiness to our mothers ,
Give smiles to our little children ,
Give me my art and my music,
Give me my tunes and my words ,
With my songs in my apparel spread before you ,
I wander here and there aimlessly as a beggar ,
Grant me my lost instrument to play my music,
So that this singer of yours ,
whenever visits this place again ,
Shall come with new songs only .
( Translation a k Mota )
CHINAR SHADE by Autarmota is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License.
Based on a work at http:\\autarmota.blogspot.com\.

Mota sahib,
ReplyDeleteBefitting lyrics conveying the ground reality in our motherland. What a mess we have made of ourselves and our motherland.
sahir 's poem is lovely .thanx
ReplyDelete