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Lyrics of Humne Mana Hum Pe Sajan - हमने मना हम पे साजन
humne mana hum pe sajan jobanva bharpur hai
humne mana hum pe sajan jobanva bharpur hai
ye to mahima ram ki ie me hamra ka kasur hai
ye to mahima ram ki ie me hamra ka kasur hai
sal solvha laga humko ye to hum bhi janat hai
hamari bagiya mehake phulwa ye to hum bhi manat hai
chingari se aag bahe sach ye bat jarur hai
chingari se aag bahe sach ye bat jarur hai
ye to mahima ram ki ie me hamra ka kasur hai
ye to mahima ram ki ie me hamra ka kasur hai
dar ke kazra mathe hilori hum jis aur nikal jaye
hum rahe hai diwano me chapu churiya chal jaye
sara shehar hai aashiq hamra hamka bahut garur hai
sara shehar hai aashiq hamra hamka bahut garur hai
ye to mahima ram ki ie me hamra ka kasur hai
ye to mahima ram ki ie me hamra ka kasur hai
pehle gona karvaiye
abhu pas na aao hamre abhu dilli dur hai
abhu pas na aao hamre abhu dilli dur hai
ye to mahima ram ki ie me hamra ka kasur hai
ye to mahima ram ki ie me hamra ka kasur hai
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Humne Mana Hum Pe Sajan
I confess, beloved, youth's tide floods my core,
I confess, beloved, youth's tide floods my core.
Yet 'tis the glory of Ram, not my own doing, no more,
Yet 'tis the glory of Ram, not my own doing, no more.
Sixteen springs have touched me, this I know,
My garden blooms, its fragrant blossoms grow.
From embers, fire may leap, a truth I embrace,
From embers, fire may leap, a truth I embrace.
Yet 'tis the glory of Ram, not my own doing, no space,
Yet 'tis the glory of Ram, not my own doing, no space.
Fear weaves kohl on my brow, as I wander free,
Through the madness of hearts, my bangles decree.
The whole city adores, pride in my heart does reside,
The whole city adores, pride in my heart does reside.
Yet 'tis the glory of Ram, not my own doing, my guide,
Yet 'tis the glory of Ram, not my own doing, my guide.
First, the vows must be spoken, my path defined,
Do not come near me yet, Delhi still far behind.
Do not come near me yet, Delhi still far behind.
Yet 'tis the glory of Ram, not my own doing, to bind,
Yet 'tis the glory of Ram, not my own doing, to bind.
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.
