Текст и перевод песни Spitfire - Vartalap

Vartalap

Vartalap hai sangeen rakho kaan khulle,
Raza pe ras milega bas faras sa aage chalde,
Mrada ye bin taral ke, geet inke saare mal se,
Khojo hal ya fir main dhyan harlu tera chhal se.
Ghazal ke bol ye nape tule hai dil tarazu,
Main krishna ki hun bansuri tujhe main karlu kaabu,
Main bhasm karke tujhko hi rama lun tan pe apne,
Sapne hai anant jaise shiv main baitha banke sadhu.

Na hasra ka pata na kasht me kasar rahi,
Hai waqt mrat ye bas haan zindgi guzar rahi,
Main shakhs na bana to fir banuga main katha nahi,
Syahi na bahi ho aisi koi vyatha nahi,

Main naye balakon ko kehta rang lo kaagzaat,
Ye ban na chahte sitare main to ban ta raat,
Baatein chhodo betuki sudhar lo haayat,
Naam tumko pehle hi pata hai sabko kardu rakh.

(Hook)
Main panktiyo me karta hun ye saare gam banya
Gaanewala besharam ye dhun hai behaya,
Kala ko meri pahuchana hai mujhe charam pe,
Jalega dil suno ye geet kaafi garm sa,

Panktiyan hain shard aaj bhi hai thand kaafi,
Kaali syahi kaali ban rahi prachand kaafi,
Ye kehte mishra ji ladka gaata mand kaafi,
Pradarshani hai tu aur tez kab hai chalti jhanki,

Virah mein baithi aatma ki laalsa ki kasm,
Bahega khoon kaano se bahot ye katl nazm,
Bas ye sacche ashiqon ko hi lage gulon si,
Baaki saare sool me bana ke dun dhool karke bhasm.

Hai Janam! Ye Bas Ek Hi
Din Ye Kam Karam Anek Hai,
Nigah To Mili Hai Sabko Hi
Par Ye Man Se Na Hai Dekhte,

Har ek ansh keemti hai rakhlo tum sambhal,
Kasai na main par ye vaani karti hai halaal,
Jawab banti ankhe mu ye jab bane sawaal,
Bol deta man me aata jo main na karu malaal,

(Hook)
Main panktiyo me karta hun ye saare gam banya
Gaanewala besharam ye dhun hai behaya,
Kala ko meri pahuchana hai mujhe charam pe,
Jalega dil suno ye geet kaafi garm sa.

Conversation

The conversation is serious, keep your ears open,
You will find the secret on the path, just keep moving forward,
This is pointless without resonance, all his songs are worthless,
Seek a solution or I will divert your attention from your trickery.
These words of the ghazal are carefully measured, a scale for the heart,
I am Krishna's flute, I will control you,
I will burn you to ashes and put them on my body,
My dreams are endless, like Shiva, I sit as a sadhu.

No trace of joy or suffering left,
This is just the time to die, yes, life is passing by,
If I don't become a person, then I will not become a story,
If there is no ink or book, there is no such pain,

I tell the young men to color the paper,
They don't want to be stars, I am becoming the night,
Stop the nonsense, improve your life,
You already know your name, I will keep it for everyone.

(Hook)
I pour all my sorrows into these lines
The shameless singer, the melody is shameless,
Art has taken me to the peak,
Your heart will burn, listen, this song is very hot,

The lines are sharp, today the cold is enough,
The black ink is becoming fierce enough,
Mishra ji says the boy sings slowly enough,
You are the exhibition, when is the procession moving fast,

By the longing of the soul in separation, I swear,
Blood will flow from your ears, this is a deadly poem,
Only true lovers will find it as sweet as roses,
I will burn all the rest to ashes and turn them into dust.

Life! This is just one
Day, these deeds are many,
Eyes have met for everyone
But they do not see with the heart,

Every part is precious, take care of it,
I am not a butcher, but these words are halal,
My eyes become the answer when they become questions,
I speak my mind without regret,

(Hook)
I pour all my sorrows into these lines
The shameless singer, the melody is shameless,
Art has taken me to the peak,
Your heart will burn, listen, this song is very hot.