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Lyrics of O Sun Le Chotti Si Arjiya - ओ सुन ले छोटी सी अर्जिया
o sun le choti si arjiya ek hamar babua
o sun le choti si arjiya ek hamar babua
do rupaiya badhwa do pagar babua
o sun le choti si arjiya ek hamar babua
ek achambha dekh ke hum to
rah gayi hakka bakka
hum se gir gaya hathi niche
chiti mare sapakka
hathiya karat hai bajariya ma pukar babua
do rupaiya badhwa do pagar babua
o sun le choti si arjiya ek hamar babua
gidad ban gaya van ka raja
sher bana chapdasi
billi khala kare wajaras
khala bani sherni dasi
kaisa badla sara jag ka karobar babua
do rupaiya badhwa do pagar babua
o sun le choti si arjiya ek hamar babua
ek roz ka jikar sunau lagi nadi ma aag
dhol bajawe machli sari magar ne cheda rag
gawe tara tara tara mendaki malahar babua
do rupaiya badhwa do pagar babua
o sun le choti si arjiya ek hamar babua
palat gaya duniya ka pasa ee na pucho kaise
tumhare khatir admi se hum bane janawar jaise
hum ghoda hai tohar tu sawar babua
do rupaiya badhwa do pagar babua
o sun le choti si arjiya ek hamar babua
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of O Sun Le Chotti Si Arjiya
Hearken, dear master, a humble plea,
Hearken, dear master, and listen to me,
Raise my small wages, just two coins more,
Hearken, dear master, and hear my sore.
I witnessed a marvel, my senses did reel,
Stunned, I stood frozen, how strange it did feel!
The elephant fell, the ant struck him down,
In the marketplace, a loud cry resounds.
Two coins, dear master, my wage to be grown,
Hearken, dear master, and make it known.
The jackal now reigns where the lion held sway,
The lion a servant, in a lowly way.
The cat, now a tigress, with thunderous might,
The tigress a servant, in perpetual night.
How the world has been twisted, in shadows it weaves,
Two coins, dear master, the soul truly grieves,
Hearken, dear master, and hear my sore.
One day, a river ablaze with its fire,
The fish beat the drums, consumed by desire.
The crocodile sings, a mournful refrain,
The frog croons a song, through sunshine and rain,
Two coins, dear master, my humble desire,
Hearken, dear master, and hear my sore.
The world has been flipped, its pathways obscure,
For your sake, I've become an abhorrent creature.
I am your horse, beneath your command,
Two coins, dear master, held tight in your hand,
Hearken, dear master, and hear my sore.
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.
