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Lyrics of Marne Se Nahi Darte Hai - मरने से नहीं डरते हैं
marne se nahi darte hai kabhi, jo pyar kiya karte hai
marne se nahi darte hai kabhi, jo pyar kiya karte hai
jo ishq me jaan ganwa de, wo marke bhi jeeya karte hai
ho sake to jara sa pahle pyar de
ho sake to jara sa pahle pyar de
teri marji hai phir chahe maar de
marne ka to gham nahi koi, gham to hai is baat ka rani
o rani o rani
baad humare kategi kaise, tanha ye bharpur jawani
jawani jawani
ho ab aayega sard mahina haye
ab aayega sard mahina, aur lagegi aisi sardi
thandi aahe bharke bolengi, kithe gayo o bedardi
kyu dard ke maare auro ko
kyu dard ke maare auro ko, yu dard diya karte hai ha
marne se nahi darte hai kabhi, jo pyar kiya karte hai
baat kahni itni hai huzur se
o baat kahni itni hai huzur se
ke kaam chalta nahi hai dur dur se
dil ke raaj singhasan par, tu baith ja aake husn ki mallika
o mallika o mallika
aaj hukumat kar le hum pe, kisi bharosa agle pal ka
o pal ka o pal ka
o kal jab lene aaunga main to ha
o kal jab lene aaunga main to, tere ghar se tera dola
phir pistol di goli maaro, ya maaro top da gola
hum kal bhi tujhi pe marte the
hum kal bhi tujhi pe marte the, aur aaj bhi hum marte hai
marne se nahi darte hai kabhi, jo pyar kiya karte hai
jo ishq me jaan ganwa de, wo marke bhi jeeya karte hai
marke bhi jeeya karte hai
mainu maar de goli, khel phir khun di holi
mainu maar de goli, khel phir khun di holi
dekh kya rahi hai hasina, ke mera khula hai sina
dekh kya rahi hai hasina, ke mera khula hai sina
ke tune mera sab kuch chhina, ke ab kis kaam ka jeena
ke tune mera sab kuch chhina, ke ab kis kaam ka jeena
tu mujhko maar de pyare, dikhenge din me taare
tu mujhko maar de pyare, dikhenge din me taare
ke chaudha saal ki hogi, aur chakki pisogi
ke chaudha saal ki hogi, aur chakki pisogi
hun pyar de tu hume maar de tu
hume maar de tu hun pyar de tu
hun pyar de tu hume maar de tu
hume maar de tu hun pyar de tu
oye oye oye oye
oye oye oye oye hasina
kyu kyu kyu kyu kyu
kyu aa gaya pasina, are maar are maar
maar maar maar maar
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Marne Se Nahi Darte Hai
They who love, know no fear of death, ever,
They who love, know no fear of death, ever.
Those who lose their lives to love, live on, even in death.
If you can, give a little love first,
If you can, give a little love first.
Then, do as you wish, even slay me.
No sorrow for dying, no. Sorrow is in this, my queen,
O queen, O queen,
How will you pass your days, alone, with this youthful bloom?
Youthful bloom, youthful bloom.
When the cold month arrives, alas,
When the cold month arrives, and the cold bites deep,
Cold sighs will whisper, "Where has that merciless one gone?"
Why do you inflict such pain,
Why do you inflict such pain on others, yes?
They who love, know no fear of death, ever, yes.
I have this much to say, oh beloved,
I have this much to say, oh beloved,
That things cannot be done from afar.
On the throne of my heart, come sit, O beauty's queen.
O queen, O queen,
Rule over me today, for who knows what the next moment holds?
O moment, O moment.
When I come to take you, tomorrow, yes,
When I come to take you, tomorrow, from your home, your palanquin,
Then, shoot me with a pistol, or fire a cannon's ball.
I loved you yesterday,
I loved you yesterday, and I die for you today.
They who love, know no fear of death, ever.
Those who lose their lives to love, live on, even in death.
Live on, even in death.
Shoot me with a bullet, then play the blood-soaked Holi,
O shoot me with a bullet, then play the blood-soaked Holi,
What are you waiting for, beauty? My chest is open.
What are you waiting for, beauty? My chest is open.
You have stolen everything from me, what is the use of living now?
You have stolen everything from me, what is the use of living now?
Kill me, my love, and I'll see stars in the day,
Kill me, my love, and I'll see stars in the day,
You'll be fourteen, and grind the millstone.
You'll be fourteen, and grind the millstone.
Now give me love, then kill me.
Kill me then, now give me love.
Now give me love, then kill me.
Kill me then, now give me love.
Oye, oye, oye, oye,
Oye, oye, oye, oye, beauty,
Why, why, why, why, why
Did sweat come? Hey, kill, kill,
Kill, kill, kill, kill.
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.
