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Natarang Ubha

ठुमकिट, ठुमकिट, तदानी धुमकिट
नटनागर नट हिमनट पर्वत उभा
उत्तुंग नभा घुमतो मॄदुंग
पखवाज देत आवाज झनन झंकार
लेऊनी स्त्रीरूप भुलवी नटरंग, नटरंग, नटरंग

रसिक होऊ दे दंग
चढू दे रंग असा खेळाला
साता जन्मांची देवा पुण्याई
लागू दे आज पणाला

हात जोडतो आज आम्हाला
दान तुझा दे संग

नटरंग उभा, ललकारी नभा
स्वर-ताल जाहले दंग
नटरंग उभा, ललकारी नभा
स्वर-ताल जाहले दंग

Hey, कड्कड्-कड्कड् बोलं ढोलकी
हुन्नर ही तालाची
अरं, छुमछुम, छननन
साथ तिला या घुंगराच्या बोलाची

जमवून असा स्वरसाज मांडतो हीच ईनंती
यावं जी, किरपेचं दान द्यावं जी
Hey, यावं जी, किरपेचं दान द्यावं जी
Hey, यावं जी, किरपेचं दान द्यावं जी, hey

ईश्वरा जन्म हा दिला
प्रसवली कला थोर उपकार
तुज चरणी लागली वरणी
कशी ही करणी करु साकार?

मांडला नवा संसार
आता घरदार तुझा दरबार
पेटला असा अंगार
कलेचा ज्वार चढवितो झिंग

नटरंग उभा, ललकारी नभा
स्वर-ताल जाहले दंग
नटरंग उभा, ललकारी नभा
स्वर-ताल जाहले दंग

Hey, कड्कड्-कड्कड् बोलं ढोलकी
हुन्नर ही तालाची
अरं, छुमछुम, छननन
साथ तिला या घुंगराच्या बोलाची

जमवून असा स्वरसाज मांडतो हीच ईनंती
यावं जी, किरपेचं दान द्यावं जी
Hey, यावं जी, किरपेचं दान द्यावं जी
Hey, यावं जी, किरपेचं दान द्यावं जी, hey

Natarang Ubha

Thumkit, thumkit, tadani dhumkit
The actor-king, a mountain of performing art stands tall
Elevated in the sky, the mridang sounds
The pakhawaj resounds with its jhanan jhaankar
Taking on a feminine form, she makes you forget all else, oh this dance, oh this dance, oh this dance

Let the rasikas be lost in wonder
Let the colors of this game rise
The punya of seven births, oh God
Let it bear fruit today

Today, I fold my hands towards you
Oh my friend, give me your donation

Natarang stands tall, challenging the sky
The melody and rhythm have become lost
Natarang stands tall, challenging the sky
The melody and rhythm have become lost

Hey, the dholki roars
Such is the skill of the taal
Arre, chhumchhum, chhannan
Accompanying it is the sound of these ghungrus

Creating such a melody, she weaves this magic
May you come, my lady, and give your donation
Hey, may you come, my lady, and give your donation
Hey, may you come, my lady, and give your donation, hey

Oh God, you have given me this birth
And the great boon of art
I fall at your feet and ask
How can I make this deed a reality?

I have built a new world
Now your home is my court
A fire has ignited
The tide of art raises me to the sky

Natarang stands tall, challenging the sky
The melody and rhythm have become lost
Natarang stands tall, challenging the sky
The melody and rhythm have become lost

Hey, the dholki roars
Such is the skill of the taal
Arre, chhumchhum, chhannan
Accompanying it is the sound of these ghungrus

Creating such a melody, she weaves this magic
May you come, my lady, and give your donation
Hey, may you come, my lady, and give your donation
Hey, may you come, my lady, and give your donation, hey