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Lyrics of Aaloo Ki Bhaaji Bengan Ka Bharta - आलू की भाजी बैंगन का भरता
aaloo ki bhaji bengan ka bhurta
aaloo ki bhaji bengan ka bhurta bolo ji bolo kya khaoge
jo bhi sajan tum khilaoge mede ki puri aate ka fulka
bolo ji bolo kya khaoge jo bhi sajan tum khilaoge
jo bhi sajan tum khilaoge
shiriman rasoi pakaye shirimati beth beth khaye
kaho to khir pakau oho jara si aag jalau acha
jara sa chavl laau are va jara sa duth milau
chhi chhi chhi chhi
fiki khir khilaoge shakar na milaoge
fail hum ho gai phle sbak me or koi chij bolo khaoge
jo bhi sajan tum khilaoge jo bhi sajan tum khilaoge
dekh dekh pyari surat tumhari
bhukh to hamari mit gai ji sari
hato chalo hato raja ye hai rasoi
aisi jgah karta hai pyar bhala koi
chhodo chula choka hai muna raja bhuka
balama anadi khichdi khyali kab tak kaho ji pakaoge
baho me kab tak na aaoge
baho me kab tak na tak na tak na aaoge
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Aaloo Ki Bhaaji Bengan Ka Bharta
Potato greens, eggplant mash,
Potato greens, eggplant mash, tell me, tell me, what will you feast on?
Whatever you, my beloved, serve to me.
Fried bread of flour, puffed roti,
Potato greens, eggplant mash, tell me, tell me, what will you feast on?
Whatever you, my beloved, serve to me.
The lord of the kitchen cooks, the lady sits and eats,
Shall I cook sweet rice pudding? Oh, a little fire I'll kindle, alright?
A little rice I'll fetch, oh yes! A little milk I'll add,
Tsk tsk tsk tsk.
Flavorless sweet rice you'll serve? No sugar you will blend?
We failed in the first lesson. Tell me, what else will you eat?
Whatever you, my beloved, serve to me, whatever you, my beloved, serve to me.
Gazing upon your lovely face,
All my hunger has vanished, completely.
Move! Go! Away, my king, this is the kitchen.
In such a place, who would dare to love?
Leave the stove, the hearth is for fools, my king, you're hungry.
My naive love, a dream of porridge, tell me, when will you cook?
When will you come into my arms?
When will you come into my arms, into my arms, into my arms?
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
