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Lyrics of Laddu Motichur Ka - लड्डू मोतीचूर का
he sun raja shadi laddu motichur ka motichur ka
jo khaye pachhtaye, jo na khaye pachhtaye
sun raja shadi laddu motichur ka motichur ka
jo khaye pachhtaye, jo na khaye pachhtaye
kuch din ka mela hai fir to jhamela hai divano
koi dekhe pari koi khvab hur ka, koi khavab hur ka dil
khaye pachhtaye, nahi khaaye pachhtaye
sun raja shadi laddu motichur ka motichur ka
jo khaye pachhtaye, jo na khaye pachhtaye
dolega dagmag tera prem jhula
dolega dagmag tera prem jhula
jab samne aayega chakki chulha
ye naj nakhre to kuch din rahenge
fir tum ladoge padosi sunenge
kuch din ka mela hai fir to jhamela hai divano
are are shadi to hai vo lotari, vo lotari
jo lage pachhtaye, jo na lage pachhtaye
sun raja shadi laddu motichur ka motichur ka
jo khaye pachhtaye, jo na khaye pachhtaye
tedha medha rasta hai ye sida nahi shadi re
panchhi aajad ban jaye kaidi re
sun sun sun sun sun sun sun sun sun sun
do char din to nibhana padega
gale pada dhol hai bajana padega
do char din to nibhana padega
gale pada dhol hai bajana padega
jab jab kisi ki akal jaye mari
karta hai shadi ki fir vo tayari
kuch din ka mela hai fir to jhamela hai divano
are are shadi to vo geet hai, vo geet hai
jo gaye pachhtaye, jo na gaye pachhtaye
sun raja shadi laddu motichur ka motichur ka
jo khaye pachhtaye, jo na khaye pachhtaye
mehandi ki khushbu ko pahchante hai
mehandi ki khushbu ko pahchante hai
sindur ka mol hum jante hai
aata hai har ek vachan ko nibhana
jante ke risto ki kimat chukana
kuch din ka mela hai fir to jhamela hai divano
phulo se mehki hui ye hathkadi, ye hathkadi
jise lage pachhtaye, nahi lage pachhtaye
sun raja shadi laddu motichur ka motichur ka
jo khaye pachhtaye, jo na khaye pachhtaye
sun raja shadi laddu motichur ka motichur ka
jo khaye pachhtaye, jo na khaye pachhtaye
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Laddu Motichur Ka
O King, the wedding's a sweetmeat, a crumb of delight,
A morsel of sugar, a fleeting, bright light.
To taste it, regret; to abstain, the same ache.
O King, the wedding's a sweetmeat, a crumb to forsake.
A fair of a few days, then chaos descends,
Some glimpse a fair maiden, some heavenly friends.
The heart then regrets, whether eating or not.
O King, the wedding's a sweetmeat, a beautiful blot.
To taste it, regret; to abstain, the same knot.
Your love's swing will sway, a precarious dance,
Unsteady, uncertain, a fleeting romance.
When the grinding stone faces, the hearth’s burning fire,
Your wiles will diminish, your neighbors will tire.
A fair of a few days, then chaos will reign.
A lottery, wedding, a gambling domain.
To win, you'll regret; to lose, you'll still yearn.
O King, the wedding's a sweetmeat, a lesson to learn.
To taste it, regret; to abstain, the same burn.
The path is not straight, but a twisting design,
Like a bird that was free, now in shackles confined.
Hear, listen, attend, listen deeply, attend!
For a while, you must play the role, my friend.
The drum at your throat, you must bang out the tune.
For a while, the tune must be sung 'neath the moon.
When the mind is all broken, and reason has fled,
One prepares for a wedding, though filled with dread.
A fair of a few days, then chaos they crave.
The wedding's a song, and a tear you must save.
To sing it, regret; to silence, the pain.
O King, the wedding's a sweetmeat, a beautiful stain.
To taste it, regret; to abstain, the same strain.
The scent of henna, we know and we see,
The value of vermilion, it's plain to be.
Each vow must be kept, and each promise be true,
We know the cost of the ties that bind you.
A fair of a few days, then chaos will start.
These fragrant hand-fetters, they tear at the heart.
To wear them, regret; to escape, you still sigh.
O King, the wedding's a sweetmeat, beneath a dark sky.
To taste it, regret; to abstain, the same cry.
O King, the wedding's a sweetmeat, a crumb of delight,
A morsel of sugar, a fleeting, bright light.
To taste it, regret; to abstain, the same ache.
O King, the wedding's a sweetmeat, a crumb to forsake.
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.
