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Lyrics of Kismat Ki Jeb Me - किस्मत की जेब में
kismat ki jeb me
ho kismat ki jeb me angutha nasib ka
padh padh ke fail hota hai londa garib ka
kismat ki jeb me angutha nasib ka
padh padh ke fail hota hai londa garib ka
makkhan khane se mere dant hil jate hai
makkhan khane se mere dant hil jate hai
makhmal pe chale to ye paav chhil jate hai
aamdani hai sifar par makhmal kaha se laye
aao sadak par baithe thandi hawa hi khaye
zindagi tera mera
zindagi tera mera rishta karib ka
padh padh ke fail hota hai londa garib ka
kismat ki jeb me angutha nasib ka
padh padh ke fail hota hai londa garib ka
sari duniya ke baap ghar ko chalate hai
sari duniya ke baap ghar ko chalate hai
takdir walo ke bache unhe khilate hai
jab beti hai kamau beti meri beti
jab beti hai kamau hath paav kyu chalau
mufat ka maal mile to pasina kyu bahau
kudrat ka hai ye
kudrat ka hai ye karishma ajib sa
padh padh ke fail hota hai londa garib ka
kismat ki jeb me angutha nasib ka
padh padh ke fail hota hai londa garib ka
kismat ki jeb me angutha nasib ka
padh padh ke fail hota hai londa garib ka
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Kismat Ki Jeb Me
In fate's pocket, a thumb of luck's design,
The poor boy fails, time after time.
In fate's pocket, a thumb of luck's design,
The poor boy fails, time after time.
Butter's richness shakes the teeth I claim,
Velvet's touch leaves wounds upon my name.
Income's void, where velvet cannot be,
Let's sit on the street, and taste the breeze, free.
Life's dance, your dance,
a bond so near, so true,
The poor boy fails, time after time, anew.
In fate's pocket, a thumb of luck's design,
The poor boy fails, time after time.
All fathers guide the world with steady hand,
While fortune's children feast at their command.
My daughter earns, my daughter's rich and bold,
Why strive myself, when fortunes can be sold?
If blessings fall, why labor's weary plea?
Nature's ways unfold, a strange decree.
A strange decree.
The poor boy fails, time after time,
In fate's pocket, a thumb of luck's design,
The poor boy fails, time after time.
In fate's pocket, a thumb of luck's design,
The poor boy fails, time after time.
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.
