Текст и перевод песни Asa Singh Mastana - Eh Munda Nira Shanichare

Eh Munda Nira Shanichare

Pandit ji ki eh Lal mera-2,
Maa piyo da naam chamkaye ga,
Pratap Shivaji vangu ki eh Bharat Veer kahayega.

Eh Munda Nira Shanichare, din raat pvade payega,
Aunde jande nu chede ga, paiye da sir padwaye ga.

Dhan di kothi te jindra su ya paise v kuch khatte ga,
Dhan kidhro-2 auna ae, ki sona veche vatte ga

Mayi tu Dhan bare pucheya hai,
Haa pandit Ji,
Par Patri kuch ehda dasdi hai,

Eh ghar de pande veche ga, daru di botal vatte ga,
Pardesa da dhan likheya hai, tation te kise katte ga

Kinnu ku videya pauni ae, kinnu ku trakki karni a,
Ki vadda afsar banne ne, sadra di choli parni ae,

Eh kain sitare videya de, ae chan nava hi charayega,
Kad chaku nakla tipe ga, tidd mastera de pade ga.

Viah da v lekha la vekho, uthe ki lekh likhaye ne,
Kis raje de gahr sohne de rabb ne sanyog milaye ne.

Mayi tu viah bare pucheya hai,
Haa pandit Ji,
Par Patri kuch ehda dasdi hai.

Darhvatt zmana katt bibi, ethe v kaale maale ne,
Do Viah patri vich likhe ne, Do tabbar dubban vale ne,
Pandit Ji mere Puttar ehda v pehda nai jidda tusi kehne paye o,
O Maa jo hoi o...

Karma da pehda hovega-2, Akla da kacha hovega,
Jo kuch v hai eh pandit ji, par dil da sacha hovega.

Eh dil da sacha hovega, na bhed bhaav nu manne ga,
Eh hindu muslin sikh Isaai sab de jandre pannega,

Kii neki koi kamayega, ki bhukheya tahi khavayega,
Ehna ta dasso pandit ji, eh bahr v kitre jayega
Teri muraad Foreign to hai bibi??
Ha Pandit ji
Par patri Kuch ehda dasdi hai

Bhukheya to khoh ke khayega, harhtala roz karayega,
Eh bahr jaan de Yog nahi, cheti ander ho jayega
Pandit Ji kuch raye paan da raah dasso, ki kra,
Acha Bibi. Jis tra tu kehni ae.

Oooo Bhatke Hoye Jawano eh ki fadle chale hosh karo.
Oye Bhatke Hoye Jawano eh ki fadle chale hosh karo.

Chan tikar v ja pahunche ne ajj duniya vake hosh karo,
Sauh Bhagat Singh di te kha ke te bas ehna hi ajj kehna ae,
Na rolo Deep Jawani nu eh Bharat Maa da Gehna ae-2
Eh Bharat Maa da Gehna ae
Eh Bharat Maa da Gehna ae

This Boy, Born on a Saturday

This boy of mine, Pandit ji, a true gem-2,
Will bring glory to his parents' names,
Like Pratap and Shivaji, he will be called the Brave of India.

This boy, born on a Saturday, will strive day and night,
He will tease those who come and go, and make them bow down.

He won't have a house of gold, nor much money,
Where will the wealth come from, dear, even if he sells gold?

Mother, you asked about wealth,
Yes, Pandit Ji,
But his fate says something else,

He will sell household goods, and buy bottles of liquor,
Foreign wealth is written in his destiny, he will spend it at the station.

Who will attain knowledge, who will progress,
Who will become a high-ranking officer, wearing a fine robe,

He won't gain much knowledge, will graze like a new moon,
He'll brandish a knife, and get beaten by teachers.

See also the marriage calculations, what is written in his fate,
In which royal family has God arranged a union.

Mother, you asked about marriage,
Yes, Pandit Ji,
But his fate says something else.

He'll waste his time with women, even here in this dark alley,
Two marriages are written in his fate, two families will be ruined,
Pandit Ji, my son doesn't have the strength you describe,
Oh Mother, whatever will be...

He will be strong of character-2, but simple-minded,
Pandit Ji, whatever else he may be, his heart will be true.

His heart will be true, he won't believe in discrimination,
He will care for Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs, and Christians alike,

Will he do good deeds, will he feed the hungry,
Tell me this, Pandit Ji, will he travel abroad?
You wish for him to go to a foreign land, dear??
Yes, Pandit Ji
But his fate says something else

He will feed the hungry, and go on hunger strikes,
There is no yoga for going abroad, he will end up in jail.
Pandit Ji, give some advice, what should I do?
Alright, dear. As you say.

Oh, lost young men, what are you doing, come to your senses.
Oh, lost young men, what are you doing, come to your senses.

You have even reached the moon, wake up to the world today,
Swearing on Bhagat Singh, this is all I have to say,
Don't waste your youth, it is the jewel of Mother India-2
It is the jewel of Mother India
It is the jewel of Mother India