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Lyrics of Mumbai Chi Pori - मुंबई ची पोरी
mumbai chi pori nahi nahi
mumbai chi pori nahi nahi
dilli ki chhori nahi nahi
tum is ladki ko dekhte ho
tum is ladki ko jante ho
ye kaun hain tum batlao
kya tum isko pahchante ho
rusi japani nahi nahi
pagal diwani nahi nahi
mumbai chi pori nahi nahi
dilli ki chhori nahi nahi
koyal ki jaisi gati hain
hirani jaisi balkhati hain
sargam ke mele lagte hain
aise payal chhankaati hain
are o are o are o o o
are o are o are o o o
baago ki titali nahi nahi
ho bago ki titali nahi nahi
daadal ki bijali nahi nahi
tum is ladki ko dekhte ho
tum is ladki ko jante ho
ye kaun hain tum batlao
kya tum isko pahchante ho
rusi japani nahi nahi
pagal diwani nahi nahi
mumbai chi pori nahi nahi
dilli ki chhori nahi nahi
jab sar se dupatta dhalta hain
dil diwano ka machlta hain
chhu ke iske gore tan ko
mausam bhi rang badlta hain
are o are o are o o o
are o are o are o o o
resham ki dori nahi nahi
ho resham ki dori nahi nahi
madmast chakori nahi nahi
tum is ladki ko dekhte ho
tum is ladki ko jante ho
ye kaun hain tum batlao
kya tum isko pahchante ho
rusi japani nahi nahi
pagal diwani nahi nahi
mumbai chi pori nahi nahi
dilli ki chhori nahi nahi
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Mumbai Chi Pori
Mumbai's maiden, no, no,
Mumbai's maiden, no, no,
Delhi's darling, no, no,
You see this girl's form,
You know this girl's name.
Who is she, tell me, pray,
Do you know this face, this frame?
Russian, Japanese, no, no,
Mad, insane, no, no,
Mumbai's maiden, no, no,
Delhi's darling, no, no.
Like the cuckoo, she sings,
Like a deer, her body swings.
Melodies bloom and bloom,
As her anklets softly ring.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Garden's butterfly, no, no,
Oh, garden's butterfly, no, no,
Cloud's bright lightning, no, no,
You see this girl's form,
You know this girl's name.
Who is she, tell me, pray,
Do you know this face, this frame?
Russian, Japanese, no, no,
Mad, insane, no, no,
Mumbai's maiden, no, no,
Delhi's darling, no, no.
When her shawl slips from her head,
The heart of lovers is led.
Touching her fair, pale skin,
The very seasons are fed.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Silk's own tether, no, no,
Oh, silk's own tether, no, no,
Drunk moon-dove, no, no,
You see this girl's form,
You know this girl's name.
Who is she, tell me, pray,
Do you know this face, this frame?
Russian, Japanese, no, no,
Mad, insane, no, no,
Mumbai's maiden, no, no,
Delhi's darling, no, no.
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.
