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Lyrics of Nikla Neem Ke Tale Se Niklaa - निकला नीम के तले से निकला
nikla neem ke talese nikla he nikla rahu ke gale se nikla
nikla neem ke talese nikla he nikla rahu ke gale se nikla
o pital ke thali se pipal ke dali se gol mol chand fisla
nikla neem ke talese nikla he nikla rahu ke gale se nikla
nikla neem ke talese nikla he nikla rahu ke gale se nikla
o pital ke thali se pipal ke dali se gol mol chand fisla
badalo ke dher mein pala tha bhiga khada tha
ar ar chandoba ar ar chandoba
sham se talav mein naha ke gila gila bhiga khada tha
maine hi uthaya uthake apni anguthi mein chadha tha
hath se gira ai g ghumke fira
worker hai vardi pe dhabbe hai tel ke karkhane se nikla
nikla re nikla karkhane se nikla
fisla gol mol chand fisla
rat ka dakait hai chor hai subah se katrata hai
ar ar chandoba ar ar chandoba
chor nahi darpok hai subahse katrata hai
itne andhere nikle hai roshni se ghabrata hai
pagli hai re panna are haske dikha hasna
rat ka khudari hai dil ka shikari hai chand bada badla
are pagla nikla neem ke talese nikla ji re
nikla rahu ke gale se nikla
o pital ke thali se pipal ke dali se gol mol chand fisla
nikla
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Nikla Neem Ke Tale Se Niklaa
Born from the neem's embrace, I emerged,
Born from the neem's embrace, I emerged.
From a brass plate, to the peepul's branch,
The moon, a round coin, slipped and surged.
Born from the neem's embrace, I emerged,
Born from the neem's embrace, I emerged.
From a brass plate, to the peepul's branch,
The moon, a round coin, slipped and surged.
Nurtured in clouds, drenched and stayed,
Ah, ah, the moon descended, ah, ah.
From evening's pond, bathed, wet, and swayed,
I lifted it myself, with toes arrayed.
From my hand it fell, spun, and then,
A worker's grime, oil stains on the fray,
From a rasping sound, I'm reborn again.
Slipped, a round coin, the moon's ballet.
Night's bandit, from dawn it shies,
Ah, ah, the moon descended, ah, ah.
No thief, just a coward, from dawn it flies,
From so much darkness, it now cries.
Foolish, oh, page, show me laughter’s art!
Night's honor, the heart's hunter, the moon's shift.
Oh madman, born from the neem's start.
Born from Rahu's throat, a gift.
From a brass plate, to the peepul's branch,
The moon, a round coin, slipped and surged.
I emerged.
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.
