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Lyrics of Baje Bansari Chale Sanwari Hoye Banwari Ho - बजे बाँसरी चले साँवरी होये बाँवरी हो
baje baansari chale saanwari hoye baanwari ho
saari duniyaa payaar ki
baje baansari chale saanwari hoye baanwari ho
saari duniyaa payaar ki
chhunak chhunak mori baaje re payaliyaa
thumak thumak le ke chali hun gagariyaa
thumak thumak le ke chali
laage naa najariyaa baali hai umariyaa
bole hai gujariyaa ho
duniyaa mauj bahaar ki
baje baansari chale saanwari hoye baanwari ho
saari duniyaa payaar ki
chamak chamak man mohe re titaliyaa ho
kuhu kuhu hu bole daalo pe koyaliyaa ho
chamak chamak man mohe re titaliyaa ho
kuhu kuhu hu bole daalo pe koyaliyaa ho
hari hai dagariyaa phulo ki nagariyaa
chhaayi hai badariyaa ho
sudh bhuli sansaar ki
baje baansari chale saanwari hoye baanwari ho
saari duniyaa payaar ki
lahar lahar hawaa lahraaye baalo ko
chatak matak chhu jaaye gore gaalo ko
chatak matak chhu jaaye
khushi kaa zamana mausam hai suhana
mujhe naa satana ho
mai chhori nambardaar ki
baje baansari chale saanwari hoye baanwari ho
saari duniyaa payaar ki
baje baansari chale saanwari hoye baanwari ho
saari duniyaa payaar ki
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Baje Bansari Chale Sanwari Hoye Banwari Ho
The flute now calls, and She, enraptured, goes,
Lost to the world, love's echo softly flows.
The flute now calls, and She, enraptured, goes,
Lost to the world, love's echo softly flows.
My anklets chime a whisper on the breeze,
I sway, a water-bearer, through the trees.
I sway, and go, the world can barely see,
My youthful bloom, a burgeoning decree.
The milkmaids sing, their laughter light and free,
This world, a tapestry of ecstasy.
The flute now calls, and She, enraptured, goes,
Lost to the world, love's echo softly flows.
The butterflies, they sparkle, come and go,
The cuckoo's song, from branches, soft and low.
The butterflies, they sparkle, come and go,
The cuckoo's song, from branches, soft and low.
The path is green, a city made of bloom,
The clouds embrace, dispelling every gloom.
I've lost all sense of this world's weary plea.
The flute now calls, and She, enraptured, goes,
Lost to the world, love's echo softly flows.
The wind now stirs, my tresses it does bind,
And teases at the blush upon my mind.
And teases at the blush, and makes me kind,
A time of joy, the season so benign,
Don't tease me now, oh, do not undermine,
I am the daughter of the village's design.
The flute now calls, and She, enraptured, goes,
Lost to the world, love's echo softly flows.
The flute now calls, and She, enraptured, goes,
Lost to the world, love's echo softly flows.
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.
