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Lyrics of More Saiya Pakde Baiyan, Mose Jhagda Kare - मोरे सैया पकड़े बैया,मोसे झगड़ा करे
more saiya pakde baiya
mose jhagda kare aadhi raat
phir sari rat paiya dabaye mori
mose jhagda kare aadhi raat
phir sari rat paiya dabaye mori
kabhi kabhi aawe more ji me use chhod du
saat phero wali bedi ghabra ke tod du
socho jo aisa to wo gale se lagale
chum ke kaliya mori mujhko manale
more saiya pakde baiya
mose jhagda kare aadhi raat
phir sari rat paiya dabaye mori
mose jhagda kare aadhi raat
phir sari rat paiya dabaye mori
sadi se pahle wo mera gulam tha
mere aage piche bas ghumne ka kam tha
mardo ki jaat bhi bhawre ki jaat hai
mai bhi ek kali thi kal ki hi bat hai
more saiya pakde baiya
mose jhagda kare aadhi raat
phir sari rat paiya dabaye mori
mose jhagda kare aadhi raat
phir sari rat paiya dabaye mori
chali gayi ek din ruth ke mai mayik
bhukha pyasa let gaya chokhaat pe aaike
ho jab fazul ki ho jag hasayi
lachar man gayi sath chali aayi
more saiya pakde baiya
mose jhagda kare aadhi raat
phir sari rat paiya dabaye mori
mose jhagda kare aadhi raat
phir sari rat paiya dabaye mori
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of More Saiya Pakde Baiyan, Mose Jhagda Kare
My love, he grabs my arm with might,
And picks a fight in darkest night.
Then, through the hours, he strokes my feet,
The same old fight, both bitter-sweet.
Then, through the hours, he strokes my feet.
Sometimes I yearn to break away,
Shatter the vows of yesterday,
The seven circles, a shattered dream.
But then he holds me, it would seem,
And kisses my wrist, and pleads with me.
My love, he grabs my arm with might,
And picks a fight in darkest night.
Then, through the hours, he strokes my feet,
The same old fight, both bitter-sweet.
Then, through the hours, he strokes my feet.
Before the vows, a loyal slave,
He walked behind, my heart to save.
Men's hearts, like bees, from bloom to bloom,
I was a bud, escaped the tomb.
My love, he grabs my arm with might,
And picks a fight in darkest night.
Then, through the hours, he strokes my feet,
The same old fight, both bitter-sweet.
Then, through the hours, he strokes my feet.
One day I left, in anger's heat,
He starved, he thirsted, at my gate.
When laughter mocked, and scorn took hold,
My weakened heart, its story told,
I went with him.
My love, he grabs my arm with might,
And picks a fight in darkest night.
Then, through the hours, he strokes my feet,
The same old fight, both bitter-sweet.
Then, through the hours, he strokes my feet.
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.
