Paroles et traduction Sukhwinder Singh - Karam Ki Talwar

Karam Ki Talwar

Karam ki talwar leke, dharm ki lalkaar leke
Ek yogi tha, vo yogi tha sabpe bhari
Baan uski sadhna tha, yudh to aradhna tha
Ek yogi tha, uski to mahima thi nyaari
Bargad sa khada tarkash ko chadha
Jab jab usne dhanush maroda
Ran me kaanpe to kaal thar thar
Karam ki talwar leke, dharm ki lalkaar leke
Ek yogi tha, vo yogi tha sabpe bhari
Baan uski sadhna tha, yudh to aradhna tha
Ek yogi tha, vo saadhu tha ya sanghari

Jo na kabhi bhi nirbal pe chhute
Vo baan bhi hai aur tir wahi
Hai jo kaal vachan ki maryada rakhta
To maan lo tum ke veer wahi hai
Vo gyaan bhi tha, aisa tha shankar ka
Abhimaan bhi tha brahma ka vishnu ka
Vo rup le chinghadta tha
Ran me kaanpe to kaal thar thar
Karam ki talwar leke, dharm ki lalkaar leke
Ek yogi tha, uski hai ye gatha sari
Baan uski sadhna tha, yudh to aradhna tha
Ek yogi tha

Vo sheel bhi tha shalin bhi tha
Ha chaar me to pandav tha sach me
Par saamne jo ghanghor macha ho
Vikraal shiv ka tandav tha sach me
Gharghor tha vo, uttar tha dakshin tha
Ghar aur tha vo, purab aur paschim me
Adhikaar ka nish tankaar kare jo
Ran me kaanpe to kaal thar thar
Karam ki talwar leke, dharm ki lalkaar leke
Ek yogi tha, vo yogi tha sabpe bhari
Baan uski sadhna tha, yudh to aradhna tha
Ek yogi tha par sansaari

Bargad sa khada tarkash ko chadha
Jab jab usne dhanush maroda
Ran me kaanpe to kaal thar thar

The Sword of Karma

With the sword of karma, and the call of dharma
There was a yogi, a yogi who was the most powerful
His arrow was his devotion, and battle was his worship
There was a yogi, the glory of whom was unique
He stood like a banyan tree, drawing his quiver
Whenever he shot an arrow
Even Death trembled in the battlefield
With the sword of karma, and the call of dharma
There was a yogi, a yogi who was the most powerful
His arrow was his devotion, and battle was his worship
There was a yogi, was he a saint or a warrior

Who never faltered against the weak
He who is both the arrow and the bow
He who upholds the word of death
Then believe me, he is the hero
He was knowledge itself, the form of Shankar
He had the pride of Brahma and Vishnu
He would take form and roar
Even Death trembled in the battlefield
With the sword of karma, and the call of dharma
There was a yogi, this is his full story
His arrow was his devotion, and battle was his worship
There was a yogi

He was gentle and composed
Yes, he was truly the Pandava in the game of dice
But when there was a fierce battle in front
He was truly the fearsome dance of Shiva
He was the roar, the thunder in the north and south
He was the protector, in the east and the west
He who dares to fight for what is right
Even Death trembled in the battlefield
With the sword of karma, and the call of dharma
There was a yogi, a yogi who was the most powerful
His arrow was his devotion, and battle was his worship
There was a yogi, but also a worldly man

He stood like a banyan tree, drawing his quiver
Whenever he shot an arrow
Even Death trembled in the battlefield