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Lyrics of Hay Hay Hay Maar Dala, Ho Allah Maar Dala - हाय हाय मार डाला, हो अल्लाह मार डाला
shababo husn ka shola sa ek lahraya hai
falak se chand ka tukda jami pe aaya hai
rukh me sajake chilman dil ki badake dhadkan
haye haye mar dala ho allah mar dala
haye allah mar dala
shababo husn to hamne khuda se paya hai
koi bekar hamko dekh ke lalchaya
khud hi badake uljhan kehte hai miya jumman
haye haye mar dala ho allah mar dala
haye allah mar dala
dikhlake husn sada chamkake chand adha
dikhlake husn sada chamkake chand adha
bijli gira rahe ho akhir hai kya irada
kya ho gya hai pibla kyu chhod di sarafat
muh pe safed dadi or uspe ye shararat
muh pe safed dadi or uspe ye shararat
jawani se jyada waqt pidi josh hota hai
are bhadkta hai chirag subah jab khamosh hota hai
abhi to hamne adha chand hi dikhlaya hai
abhi se apka iman dagmagaya hai
rukh se hati jo chilman bologe miya kallan
haye haye mar dala ho allah mar dala
haye allah mar dala
is umar ne molana ye kya khyal aaya
is umar ne molana ye kya khyal aaya
basi kali me kaise itna ubal aaya
aata hai dilbaro par hamko bhi mar ke jeena
budhe me or jawa me kya farq hai hasina
budhe me or jawa me kya farq hai hasina
jawani or budhape me bas itna farq hota hai
are ye kashti paar lagti wo beda garak hota hai
laholvilakuaat haseena kya keh dala aree maar dala jalim
hamari shan me jo ap ne farmaya hai
hamare dil pe khanjar mar ke tadpaya hai
sun le dil ke dusman tune chudake daman
haye haye mar dala ho allah mar dala
haye allah mar dala
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Hay Hay Hay Maar Dala, Ho Allah Maar Dala
A flame of beauty, a youthful grace, it swayed,
A moon's soft fragment, from heaven's height, made its way.
Veiled in the cheek, the heart's quickened beat,
Alas, He struck me down, O God, defeat!
Alas, O God, defeat!
This beauty, from God, we surely did claim,
Though some, with envy, watch us, proclaim.
They weave the tangles, then whisper, "Mr. Jumman,"
Alas, He struck me down, O God, defeat!
Alas, O God, defeat!
Revealing beauty, in purest guise,
Half a moon gleaming, before our eyes,
A lightning strike, what is your aim?
What's changed, why this shift, from your virtuous game?
A white beard now, and yet, such playful art,
A white beard now, and yet, such playful art.
Youth's fires blaze, but time's embers too,
The lamp flares brightest, when mornings accrue.
We've shown just half the moon's gentle shine,
And your faith wavers, already, it's thine!
When the veil lifts, you'll cry out, "Mr. Kallan,"
Alas, He struck me down, O God, defeat!
Alas, O God, defeat!
This age, O Maulana, what thoughts convene?
This age, O Maulana, what thoughts convene?
Stale buds, with such fervor, now convene?
To live and die, for the beloved's art,
What is the difference, between old and young heart?
What is the difference, between old and young heart?
Between youth and age, a simple divide,
One ship finds the shore, the other, the tide.
A curse upon you, darling, what have you said?
You slay me, cruel one, with words you have shed!
You’ve wounded our honor, the words you have spun,
You’ve pierced our heart, making us to run!
Hear me, heart's foe, you flee from your tether,
Alas, He struck me down, O God, defeat!
Alas, O God, defeat!
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.
