Текст и перевод песни Satinder Sartaaj - Gal Tazrabe Wali

Gal Tazrabe Wali

Je koi dase gal tjurbe wali tan
Sun layiye gal na payiye...
Ban jayiye ustad g bahave tan v
Sikhde rahiye nimve rahiye...
Kaiyan ne samjiya us nu gal sun mast
Malnga na kar danga nha le ganga
Usne kiha salana data roj e randa panga
Ede changa rab rang ranga
Adha ganta nashe jahe vich yaar de lekhe la lao surat taka lao jara diya lao
Fir tan bahve gali baati chan v hetha la lao
Naam kara lao boje pa lao
Oe masta kolo mat leh mitra ena nal na khiye eh usryiye charni dhiye...
Je koi dase...
Je koi dase gal tjurbe wali tan
Sun layiye gal na payiye...
Ban jayiye ustad g bahave tan v
Sikhde raiye nime bahiye...
Eh jo thanu nazari aunde chober chore
Sine yaar nagine maa de deene.
Husan waliya naal na gal kar sakde kai mahine aun pasine gole chene
Chup kar k bister vich pai jo j hove ghut piti shit kuliti kari kuriti
Akhiyan same gumdi jindgi yaar nal jo beeti usdi neeti layi preeti...
Ne aja aja kahban de vich ni ariye surmaiye jindri daiye hun ke kahiye...
Je koi dase gal tjurbe wali tan
Sun layiye gal na payiye...
Ban jayiye ustad g bahave tan v
Sikhde raiye nime bahiye...
Shayri da gahr door satindera gayiki
Ohto duni ve la la duhni j manjil shuni
Kida geet likhega gagar lafja wali uni
Pyar behuni soch aluni
Hun tu ape das kida pa lau vish k bhangra banda langra saah laye changra
Loka nu ke devega g khud he jehra nagra karma sandra nito mangra
Teri ta okat satindera os bhul ble jahiye
Lai us ke kahiye ne hun ke haiye...
Je koi dase gal tjurbe wali tan
Sun layiye gal na payiye...
Ban jayiye ustad g bahave tan v
Sikhde raiye nime bahiye...
Foto rakhi khan sahib de badi jahi
Kara ke kand latka mala pa k...
Ehnu akho ona wangu dase taal laga k thora gaa k gaala ghuma k
Foki far jahi mar vekhave inj sartaj ne
Sarna panda marna sab kuj harna
Mang funkari date kolo gal vich pa lay parna la ve dharnaj kuj karna
Oh tera naa lay dar te bhave 100
100 dukhre sahiye see na kahiye nime rahiye.
Je koi dase gal tjurbe wali tan
Sun layiye gal na payiye...
Ban jayiye ustad g bahave tan v
Sikhde raiye nime bahiye...

Words of Experience

If someone shares words of experience, my dear,
Listen, don't dismiss them...
Even if you become a master, my love,
Keep learning, stay humble...
Many considered him intoxicated by his words,
"Don't beg, don't cause trouble, don't indulge in intoxicants"
He said, "The Almighty provides daily, why worry?"
"It's better to embrace the colors of the Divine."
"Spend half an hour in the intoxication of a friend, focus your attention, light a lamp"
"Then let the conversation flow, bring a cot down here"
"Make a name for yourself, shoulder some burdens"
"Don't take from the intoxicated, my friend, don't associate with them, they are fallen, cursed..."
If someone shares...
If someone shares words of experience, my dear,
Listen, don't dismiss them...
Even if you become a master, my love,
Keep learning, stay humble...
These thieves who appear innocent,
Their hearts are like snakes, their mothers are unfortunate.
One can't speak to a beauty for months, they break into a sweat, their throats dry up
Silently lying in bed, whatever happens, it's suppressed, hidden, concealed, buried
Eyes closed, remembering the life spent with a lover, their ways have brought affection...
"Come, come," she says, but doesn't arrive, applying kohl, giving her life, what can be said now...
If someone shares words of experience, my dear,
Listen, don't dismiss them...
Even if you become a master, my love,
Keep learning, stay humble...
The house of poetry is far, Satinder sings,
His lips utter a double-edged melody, the destination is heard
How will he write a song, she who holds an ocean of words?
Love is absent, thoughts are distant
Now tell me, how will you achieve it? A lame man dances to the beat of the drum, bringing a goat
What will he give to the people? He himself is a lowly, worthless, ever-begging scoundrel
Your worth, Satinder, is of that forgotten time
Take her and tell her, what can be said now...
If someone shares words of experience, my dear,
Listen, don't dismiss them...
Even if you become a master, my love,
Keep learning, stay humble...
He kept Khan Sahib's photo in his pocket,
Wearing a pendant, with a garland...
He shows it to her, keeping rhythm like him, singing a little, turning his cheek
He boasts in vain, look at Sartaj,
Losing his head, dying, losing everything
He seeks art from others, getting caught in arguments, reading, protesting, doing something
He takes your name, even if it brings a hundred fears
A hundred couplets are sung, don't say anything, stay humble.
If someone shares words of experience, my dear,
Listen, don't dismiss them...
Even if you become a master, my love,
Keep learning, stay humble...