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Lyrics of O Dholaa Dhol Manjiraa Baaje Re - ओ ढोला ढोल मंजीरा बाजे रे
o dhola dhol manjira
o dhola dhol manjira
o dhola dhol manjira baaje re
kaali chhnit ka ghaghra najare mare re
o dhola dhol manjira baaje re
kaali chhnit ka ghaghra najare mare re
o dhola dhol manjira baaje re
pag payal me badh lu chand sitare re
o dhola dhol manjira baaje re
pag payal me badh lu chand sitare re
o dhola dhol manjira re
tan gagar se chalak raha hai gori tera rup
tan gagar se chalak raha hai gori tera rup
is yauvan ki chandni aur in naino ki dhup
o dhola dhol manjira aaha
o dhola dhol manjira oho
o dhola dhol manjira baaje re
kaali chhnit ka ghaghra najare mare re
o dhola dhol manjira baaje re
o dhola dhol manjira baaje re
pag payal me badh lu chand sitare re
o dhola dhol manjira baaje re
mai divani tab ye jani kya hota hai pyaar
mai divani tab ye jani kya hota hai pyaar
man ke dvare par jab aya koi sajila yaar
o dhola dhol manjira
o dhola dhol manjira
o dhola dhol manjira baaje re
pag payal me badh lu chand sitare re
o dhola dhol manjira baaje re
premnagar ka jogi hun mai tham le mera hath
premnagar ka jogi hun mai tham le mera hath
are chahe jidhar le jao jogi ab jogan hai sath
o dhola dhol manjira
o dhola dhol manjira
o dhola dhol manjira baaje re
pag payal me badh lu chand sitare re
o dhola dhol manjira baaje re
o dhola dhol manjira baaje re
kaali chhnit ka ghaghra najare mare re
o dhola dhol manjira baaje re
baaje re baaje re baaje re baaje re
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of O Dholaa Dhol Manjiraa Baaje Re
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals call,
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals call,
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals play,
The black-printed skirt, it steals the day.
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals play,
The black-printed skirt, it steals the day.
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals play,
In anklets, I'll bind the moon's array.
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals play,
In anklets, I'll bind the moon's array.
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals.
Your form, fair maiden, overflows,
Your form, fair maiden, overflows,
Like a pitcher, your beauty glows.
This youth's moonlight, eyes that bestow
Sunlight's warmth, for all to know.
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals, ah!
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals, oh!
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals play,
The black-printed skirt, it steals the day.
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals play,
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals play,
In anklets, I'll bind the moon's array.
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals play.
Only then, a madwoman, I knew love's sweet sting,
Only then, a madwoman, I knew love's sweet sting,
When a handsome friend at my heart's door did swing.
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals,
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals,
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals play,
In anklets, I'll bind the moon's array.
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals play.
A yogi of love's city, I offer my hand,
A yogi of love's city, I offer my hand,
Wherever you lead, your jogan will stand.
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals,
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals,
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals play,
In anklets, I'll bind the moon's array.
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals play.
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals play,
The black-printed skirt, it steals the day.
Oh, my love, drums and cymbals play,
Play, they play, they play, they play.
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.
