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Lyrics of Koyaliya Gaati Hai Payaliya Chhankati Hai - कोयलिया गाती है पायलिया छनकाती है
koyaliya gaati hai paayaliya chhankaati hai
koyaliya gaati hai paayaliya chhankaati hai
sard hava jab aati hai suyi chubha ke jaati hai
nadiya ke paani ne chhua kaise bataau kya hua
koyaliya gaati hai paayaliya chhankaati hai
sard hava jab aati hai suyi chubha ke jaati hai
nadiya ke paani ne chhua kaise bataau kya hua
koyaliya gaati hai
mitha mitha dard hai mithi mithi pyaas hai
chadhati javaani ka pehla ehsaas hai
mitha mitha dard hai mithi mithi pyaas hai
chadhati javaani ka pehla ehsaas hai
baaho me samet lu mahaki bahaar ko
dil kahe rok lu nadiya ki dhaar ko
dolo tum balakhaao bin saavan laharaao
nadiya ke paani ne chhua kaise bataau kya hua
koyaliya gaati hai
thandi thandi aag hai bhiga bhiga ang hai
dase tanhaayiya koyi nahi sang hai
thandi thandi aag hai bhiga bhiga ang hai
dase tanhaayiya koyi nahi sang hai
saanse hai dhua jalta hai man mera
lehro ke bich me sulge badan mera
rah rah ke ghabaraau jal me na jal jaau
nadiya ke paani ne chhua kaise bataau kya hua
koyaliya gaati hai paayaliya chhankaati hai
sard hava jab aati hai suyi chubha ke jaati hai
nadiya ke paani ne chhua kaise bataau kya hua
koyaliya gaati hai
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Koyaliya Gaati Hai Payaliya Chhankati Hai
A cuckoo sings, anklets chime,
A cuckoo sings, anklets chime,
When winter winds arrive, they prick like pins,
The river's touch, how to tell what's begun?
A cuckoo sings, anklets chime.
A sweet, sweet ache, a tender thirst,
The dawning of youth, a feeling first.
A sweet, sweet ache, a tender thirst,
The dawning of youth, a feeling first.
To gather spring's perfume in arms, embrace,
The heart implores the river to stay its pace.
Sway and curve, without the monsoon's art,
The river's touch, how to tell what's begun?
A cuckoo sings.
Cold fire burns, a body steeped,
Loneliness bites, no solace kept.
Cold fire burns, a body steeped,
Loneliness bites, no solace kept.
Breaths are smoke, my spirit flares,
My form consumes within the waves' snares.
I tremble, fear, within the flood,
The river's touch, how to tell what's begun?
A cuckoo sings, anklets chime,
When winter winds arrive, they prick like pins,
The river's touch, how to tell what's begun?
A cuckoo sings.
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.
