Kumbharacha Ganpati - Mohit Manuja перевод на английский

Kumbharacha Ganpati

Kumbharacha haatala laagla aata zang
Dev dev mhanuni, zamanyana kela dhong
Kumbharacha haatala laagla aata zang
Dev dev mhanuni, zamanyana kela dhong
Maati geli vahuni, aata POP cha bhaar,
Kumbharachya kamachi zhali aata haar,
Kumbharacha haatala laagla aata zang
Dev dev mhanuni, zamanyana kela dhong

Divas raatra mahinatine, banla to kumbhar
Yantranachya kaalyat zhaali, mahinatichi haar
Pota paanya saathi nahi ha karobaar
Kaal zhachi maati karuni banla to kumbhar
Kumbharacha haatala laagla aata zang
Dev dev mhanuni, zamanyana kela dhong

Nashibachya dhagyala, bandhli hoti gaanth
Samaaja pudhe banun yeil ek mi kalaakar
Jivpad kasht karuni dila maatila aakar
Ka tari jag mhanate, haach vedha kumbhaar
Kumbharacha haatala laagla aata zang
Dev dev mhanuni, zamanyana kela dhong
Maati geli vahuni, aata POP cha bhaar,
Kumbharachya kamachi zhali aata haar,
Kumbharacha haatala laagla aata zang
Dev dev mhanuni, zamanyana kela dhong

The Potter's Ganesha

Rust has now touched the potter's hand, my love
Calling him "God," the world has played a trick, my love
Rust has now touched the potter's hand, my love
Calling him "God," the world has played a trick, my love
Clay has been washed away, now POP holds sway, my love
The potter's work has become a thing of the past, my love
Rust has now touched the potter's hand, my love
Calling him "God," the world has played a trick, my love

Day and night, month after month, he toiled as a potter, my love
In the age of machines, the months' hard work is lost, my love
This trade doesn't even provide for food and water, my love
Working with the earth of time, he became a potter, my love
Rust has now touched the potter's hand, my love
Calling him "God," the world has played a trick, my love

Fate had tied a knot of misfortune, my love
I will emerge before society as an artist, my love
With painstaking effort, I gave shape to the clay, my love
Yet, the world calls me a cunning potter, my love
Rust has now touched the potter's hand, my love
Calling him "God," the world has played a trick, my love
Clay has been washed away, now POP holds sway, my love
The potter's work has become a thing of the past, my love
Rust has now touched the potter's hand, my love
Calling him "God," the world has played a trick, my love