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Lyrics of Chunar - ओ झीना झीना झीना रे उडा गुलाल, माई तेरी चुनरिया लेहराई
o jhina jhina jhina re uda gulaal, maai teri chunariya lehraai
jhina jhina jhina re uda gulaal, maai teri chunariya lehraai
rang teri reet ka, rang teri preet ka
rang teri jeet ka hai laayi laayi laayi
rang teri reet ka, rang teri preet ka
maai teri chunariya lehraayi
jab jab mujhpe hai utha sawaal, maai teri chunariya lehraai
jeena jeena re uda gulaal, maai teri chunariya lehraai
jag se haari nahi main, khud se haari hu maa
ik din chamkungi lekin, tera sitaara hu maa
maai re maai re, tere bina main to adhoori rahi
maai re maai re, mujhse hi roothi meri parchhai
o ho meri parchhai tera khayal
maai teri chunariya lehraayi
jhina jhina jhina re uda gulaal, maai teri chunariya lehraayi
rang teri reet ka, rang teri preet ka
rang teri jeet ka hai laayi laayi laayi
rang teri reet ka rang teri preet ka
maai teri chunariya lehraayi
jab jab mujhpe hai utha sawaal
maai teri chunariya lehraayi
jhina jhina jhina re uda gulaal, maai teri chunariya lehraayi
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Chunar
A whisper of crimson, a dance of the soul,
Mother, your veil, it begins to unroll.
A whisper of crimson, a dance of the soul,
Mother, your veil, it begins to unroll.
Hues of your rituals, hues of your love,
Hues of your triumph, descended from above,
Hues of your rituals, hues of your love,
Mother, your veil, it begins to unroll.
When questions arise, and shadows fall,
Mother, your veil, it begins to unroll.
A whisper of crimson, a dance of the soul,
Mother, your veil, it begins to unroll.
Lost to the world, but to myself, I’m undone,
One day I'll shine, for I'm your star, your sun.
Mother, oh mother, without you, I’m not whole,
Mother, oh mother, my shadow takes its toll.
Oh, my shadow, I carry your care,
Mother, your veil, it begins to unroll.
A whisper of crimson, a dance of the soul,
Mother, your veil, it begins to unroll.
Hues of your rituals, hues of your love,
Hues of your triumph, descended from above,
Hues of your rituals, hues of your love,
Mother, your veil, it begins to unroll.
When questions arise, and shadows fall,
Mother, your veil, it begins to unroll.
A whisper of crimson, a dance of the soul,
Mother, your veil, it begins to unroll.
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.
