Текст и перевод песни Jagjit Singh - Deenan Dukh Haran Dev (Live)

Deenan Dukh Haran Dev (Live)

Deenan dukh haran dev santan hitakaari
Ajaamil gidh byaadh inamein kah kaun saadh
Panchhi ko pada padhaat ganikaasi taari
Dhruv ke sar chhatra det prahlaad ko ubaar let
Bhakt het baandhyo set lankapuri jaari
Tandul det rijh jaat saag paat son aghaat
Ginat nahin juuthe phal khaate mithe khaari
Itane hari aaye gaye basanan aaruudh bhaye
Suuradaas dvaare khado aandharo bhikaari

Deenan Dukh Haran Dev (Live)

O Lord, reliever of the suffering of the poor, benefactor of the saints,
Ajaamil was a hunter of birds, is there any virtue in him?
You taught the parrot how to speak, and you saved the prostitute.
Dhruv, you held an umbrella over his head, and you rescued Prahlad.
For the sake of your devotees, you crossed the sea and went to Lanka.
You are pleased with a handful of rice, and you protect your devotees from poison.
Your devotees eat countless fruits, both sweet and bitter.
So many devotees have come and gone, riding in palanquins,
But we poor Surdas stand at your door, blind and begging.