Aar Kobe? - Arijit Singh traduction en anglais

Aar Kobe?

Jomche ek pahar oshojjho obichar
Stobdho hoye chilo tara bestota hazar
Tai je nai kheyal, pechonei deyal
Je jemon she nichhi mene naam diye kopal
Keu moron okal, keu bhoye kator
Keu ba nirupay ba oshohay hoye pathor

Ar kobe, ar kobe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe, ar kobe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe, ar kobe?

Ar kobe, ar kobe kontho shokti pabe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe chitto shadhin hobe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe shikto hobe hridoy?
Ar kobe, ar kobe shir uthe darabe?

Ar kobe, ar kobe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe, ar kobe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe, ar kobe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe?

E betha amar noy shudhu ekar
Biplobi tilottoma koreche ongikar
Lutiyeche pran, tai dhorechi gaan
Korchi prarthona bifol na jay she bolidan
Aj uthuk jege shupto chetona
Ondhokar hote aloke hok na poth chena

Ar kobe, ar kobe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe, ar kobe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe chokh mele takabe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe shomobyathi hobe?

Ar kobe, ar kobe monta hobe shadhin?
Ar kobe, ar kobe fer ghure darabe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe kontho shokti pabe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe chitto shadhin hobe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe shikto hobe hridoy?
Ar kobe, ar kobe shir uthe darabe?

Ar kobe, ar kobe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe?
Ar kobe, ar kobe?

When, Oh When?

A mountain of uneasy thoughts gathers,
The stars stood still, amidst a thousand distractions.
So oblivious, a wall behind me,
Like everyone else, I bear the mark of fate on my forehead.
Some face death's untimely call, some are tormented by fear,
Some become helpless, turning to stone in despair.

When, oh when?
When, oh when, when, oh when?
When, oh when?
When, oh when, when, oh when?

When, oh when, will my voice find its strength?
When, oh when, will my heart be free?
When, oh when, will my heart learn wisdom?
When, oh when, will I hold my head high?

When, oh when?
When, oh when, when, oh when?
When, oh when?
When, oh when, when, oh when?
When, oh when?
When, oh when?

This pain is not just mine alone,
The revolutionary Tilottama has embraced it.
Life has been plundered, so I hold onto song,
I pray that sacrifice won't be in vain.
Let the sleeping consciousness awaken today,
From darkness to light, may the path be clear.

When, oh when?
When, oh when, when, oh when?
When, oh when, will our eyes meet?
When, oh when, will we understand each other?

When, oh when, will my mind be free?
When, oh when, will I return?
When, oh when, will my voice find its strength?
When, oh when, will my heart be free?
When, oh when, will my heart learn wisdom?
When, oh when, will I hold my head high?

When, oh when?
When, oh when?
When, oh when?
When, oh when?