Текст и перевод песни Avadhoot Gupte - Jaljale

Jaljale

Ha mai Hindustan ka wo yuva hu jiske koye khata nahe kya khabar
Kyu hua paida Kyu marega pata nahe mout to yaha badi sasti hai.
Samander se ake muftme butte hai.
Mujhe bhagat sing ki mout do hajarbar marunga.
Kaha biktehai pata nahi.
Jaljale to apnebhi khunmae hai jaljale to
Apnebhi khunmae hai or ankhome hai anbhe.
Par jalaneko firang hai yaha or na bujhaneko Gandhi.
Jaljale to apnebhi khunmae hai or ankhome hai andhe.
Par jalaneko firanghai yaha or na bujhaneko Gandhi.
Jaljale jaljale...
Manzilonke muzko talash hai par pata nahe
Kistarf badhun hath me to mere talwar hai.
Par pata nahi ke kisseladhu.
Apnebhi to dilmai hai sarfroshe .
Aur ankhome hai andhe par jalaneko
Firanghai yaha or na bujhaneko Gandhi.
Jaljale to apnebhi khunmae hai our ankhome hai
Andhe par jalaneko firanghai yaha or na bujhaneko Gandhi.
Jaljale...
Jaljale ...
Roj gharse aise nikalte hai jaise jarahe ho kise yudh par.
O meremaki ankhome bhi bas eak dar ke mai shamko aau na aau lotkar.
Mainebhe to yu mere zindagi hai peroketale rondhe.
Par jalaneko firanghai yaha or na bujhaneko Gandhi .
Jaljale to apnebhi khunmae hai or ankhome hai andhe.
Par jalaneko firanghai yaha or na bujhaneko...
Gandhi

Tremors

My young India, I know naught of my crimes
Why I'm here, or why I die, for death is cheap, a penny buys it here.
From the sea, the idols spring, and serve without recompense.
Grant me Bhagat Singh's death; for a thousand lives, I'll die again.
Where it's sold, I know not.
Tremors, my blood is full of tremors
My blood is full of tremors; but my eyes are blind.
Yet the British burn, and Gandhi fails to quench the flames.
Tremors, my blood is full of tremors; but my eyes are blind.
Yet the British burn, and Gandhi fails to quench the flames.
Tremors, tremors...
We seek our destinations, yet know not
Which path to tread; I hold a sword,
Yet know not who to fight.
My own heart is filled with sacrifice
But my eyes are blind, the British burn,
And Gandhi fails to quench the flames.
Tremors, my blood is full of tremors, and my eyes are blind
The British burn, and Gandhi fails to quench the flames.
Tremors...
Tremors...
Daily, I leave my home as if to war.
My mother's eyes hold fear, I may never return.
I weep for my lost life.
But the British burn, and Gandhi fails to quench the flames.
Tremors, my blood is full of tremors, and my eyes are blind.
The British burn, and Gandhi fails to quench the flames...
Gandhi