Текст песни и перевод на английский Lata Mangeshkar - YARA SEELI SEELI

YARA SEELI SEELI

Yaaraa seeli seeli birahaa kee raat ka jalanaa
Yaaraa seeli seeli, yaaraa seeli seeli
O yaaraa seeli seeli, dola seeli seeli
Yaaraa seeli seeli birahaa kee raat ka jalanaa

Ye bhee koyi jeenaa hain, ye bhee koyi jeenaa hain
Ye bhee koyi maranaa
Yaaraa seeli seeli birahaa ke raat ka jalanaa
O yaaraa seeli seeli, dola seeli seeli

Toote hue chudiyon se jodun ye kalai main
Pichhali gali mein jaane kya chhod aayi main
Toote hue chudiyon se jodun ye kalai main
Pichhali gali mein jaane kya chhod aayi main
Beetee huee galiyon se
Beetee huee galiyon se, phir se guzaranaa
O yaaraa seeli seeli, dola seeli seeli
O yaaraa seeli seeli birahaa ke raat ka jalanaa
Yaaraa seeli seeli, dola seeli seeli

Pairon mein naa saaya koyi sar pe naa saaye re
Mere saath jaaye naa meri parachhai re
Pairon mein naa saaya koyi sar pe naa saaye re
Mere saath jaaye naa meri parachhai re
Baahar ujaada hain
Baahar ujaada hain, andar viraanaa
O yaaraa seeli seeli, dola seeli seeli
O yaaraa seeli seeli birahaa ke raat ka jalanaa
Yaaraa seeli seeli, dola seeli seeli

Yaaraa..., dola..., yaaraa..., dola...
Yaaraa..., dola...

BELOVED, A BITTER-SWEET

Beloved, a bitter-sweet, the burning of the night of separation
Beloved, a bitter-sweet, beloved, a bitter-sweet
Oh beloved, a bitter-sweet, my swing, a bitter-sweet
Beloved, a bitter-sweet, the burning of the night of separation

Is this a way to live, is this a way to live?
Is this a way to die?
Beloved, a bitter-sweet, the burning of the night of separation
Oh beloved, a bitter-sweet, my swing, a bitter-sweet

With broken bangles, I try to mend this wrist
In the bygone lane, I wonder what I left behind
With broken bangles, I try to mend this wrist
In the bygone lane, I wonder what I left behind
Through the past lanes
Through the past lanes, to pass again
Oh beloved, a bitter-sweet, my swing, a bitter-sweet
Oh beloved, a bitter-sweet, the burning of the night of separation
Beloved, a bitter-sweet, my swing, a bitter-sweet

No shadow at my feet, no shade above my head
My own shadow doesn't even walk with me
No shadow at my feet, no shade above my head
My own shadow doesn't even walk with me
Outside is desolate
Outside is desolate, inside is deserted
Oh beloved, a bitter-sweet, my swing, a bitter-sweet
Oh beloved, a bitter-sweet, the burning of the night of separation
Beloved, a bitter-sweet, my swing, a bitter-sweet

Beloved..., my swing..., beloved..., my swing...
Beloved..., my swing...