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Lyrics of Chalo Chalo Ri Sakhi Madhuban Me - चलो चलो री सखी मधुबन में
chalo chalo ri sakhi madhuban me
chalo chalo ri sakhi madhuban me
mohan hai aane wale na na
madhav hai aanewale na na
sajan hai aanewale
chalo chalo ri sakhi madhuban me
chalo chalo ri sakhi
chalo chalo ri sakhi
suno suno papihra bole ha bola ha bola
dekho mor magan ho dola ha dola ha dola
suno suno koyaliya kooke
ha kooke ha kooke birha ki agani fuke
ha fuke ha fuke gir aaye badarva kale
ghir aaye badarva kale
mohan hai aane wale na na
madhav hai aanewale na na
sajan hai aanewale
chalo chalo ri sakhi madhuban me
aao jhula jhule aa jhule aa jhule
sare jag ko bhule ha bhule ha bhule
naino se jhule dhale naino se jhule dhale
jhulenge bansi wale jhulenge bansi wale
mohan hai aane wale ha ha
madhav hai aanewale ha ha
sajan hai aanewale
chalo chalo ri sakhi madhuban me
chalo chalo ri sakhi madhuban me
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Chalo Chalo Ri Sakhi Madhuban Me
Come, let us go, my friends, to the honeyed grove,
Come, let us go, my friends,
for He, the Beloved, will arrive, yes,
Madhav, He is coming, yes,
The Sweetheart is arriving.
Come, let us go, my friends, to the honeyed grove,
Come, let us go, my friends,
Come, let us go, my friends.
Listen, the cuckoo sings, yes, sings, yes, sings,
See, the peacock dances in joy, yes, dances, yes, dances.
Listen, the nightingale coos,
yes, coos, yes, coos, the fire of separation breathes,
yes, breathes, yes, breathes, dark clouds descend,
dark clouds surround.
He, the Beloved, will arrive, yes,
Madhav, He is coming, yes,
The Sweetheart is arriving.
Come, let us go, my friends, to the honeyed grove.
Come, let us swing, yes, swing,
forgetting the whole world, yes, forgetting, yes, forgetting.
From eyes, we will weave a swing, from eyes, we will weave a swing.
We will swing with the flute-player, we will swing with the flute-player.
He, the Beloved, is coming, yes, yes,
Madhav, He is coming, yes, yes,
The Sweetheart is arriving.
Come, let us go, my friends, to the honeyed grove,
Come, let us go, my friends, to the honeyed grove.
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.
