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Lyrics of Ek Purana Gaon Tha - एक पुराना गाँव था
ek purana gaon tha
ek purana gaon tha
thake samay ki chhati par
ek bada sa ghab tha
ek purana gaon tha
ek purana gaon tha
sau do sau ki basti thi
chuppi waha ki masti thi
jeena chahe manhga ho
par maut bahut hi sasti thi
chahe kitna bhi tairaao
wo patthar ki naav tha
chahe kitna bhi tairaao
wo patthar ki naav tha
wo patthar ki naav tha
ek purana gaon tha
ek purana gaon tha
rog waha par rahte the
jivan ka dukh sahte the
malik jiasa kahta tha
waisa hi wo karte the
waha na thoda kuch bhi badla
dharmaraj ka gaon tha
waha na thoda kuch bhi badla
dharmaraj ka gaon tha
dharmaraj ka gaon tha
ek purana gaon tha
ek purana gaon tha
tha patel waha ka raja
take sher bhaji take sher khaja
char chironji hara bahera
thaka thaka sa chahra chahra
waha panpta kuch bhi kaise
wo bargad ki chaon tha
waha panpta kuch bhi kaise
wo bargad ki chaon tha
wo bargad ki chaon tha
ek purana gaon tha
ek purana gaon tha
thake samay ki chati par
ek bada sa ghab tha
ek purana gaon tha
ek purana gaon tha
ek purana gaon tha
ek purana gaon tha
ek purana gaon tha
ek purana gaon tha
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Ek Purana Gaon Tha
There was an old village,
An old village,
Upon the chest of weary time,
A gaping wound of age.
There was an old village,
An old village.
A hamlet of a hundred souls, or two,
Silence, their only revelry.
Life, a costly endeavor,
But death, so readily free.
Though you may row and row,
A stone boat was all they knew.
Though you may row and row,
A stone boat was all they knew.
A stone boat was all they knew.
There was an old village,
An old village.
Disease, their constant company,
Life's sorrows, their misery.
As the master commanded,
So they did, faithfully.
Nothing ever changed, not a jot,
A village of the Death God's lot.
Nothing ever changed, not a jot,
A village of the Death God's lot.
A village of the Death God's lot.
There was an old village,
An old village.
The Patel, their king in name,
Fed the lions, played the game.
Four Chirongi, green Bahira,
Weary faces, a tired aura.
How could anything thrive,
Beneath the banyan's shade alive?
How could anything thrive,
Beneath the banyan's shade alive?
Beneath the banyan's shade alive.
There was an old village,
An old village.
Upon the chest of weary time,
A gaping wound of age.
There was an old village,
An old village.
There was an old village,
An old village.
There was an old village,
An old village.
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.
