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Lyrics of Parbat Se Neeche Gira Du - पर्बत से निचे गिरा दूँ
parbat se niche gira du jinda hi tujhko jala du
meri hukumat jo ho jaaye sooli pe tujhko chadha du
bijali ka khamba tu jitna hai lamba tu
utni hi akal chhoti
bheje me bhara hai bhusa kya
apni surat tu na dikha are ja ja
ae hey logo mai kaam kya tera
jungle me bakriyaa chara
he dedh fut ki chhokri kachre ki tokri
bechu to na bike e e e
parbat se niche gira du jinda hi tujhko jala du
bheje me bhara hai bhusa kya
apni surat tu na dikha
hey heere si aankhe hum nikalenge
are mala gale ki hum bana lenge
hotho ki hasi hum chura lenge
gaalo ko seb jaisa kha lenge
heere si aankhe hum nikalenge
are mala gale ki hum bana lenge
hotho ki hasi hum chura lenge
gaalo ko seb jaisa kha lenge
seene se takiya bna lenge
bister kamar ka bichha lenge
aage na badhana yaar ye hai mera shikaar
mujhko pura chaahiye
he parbat se niche gira du jinda hi tujhko jala du
he meri hukumat jo ho jaaye sooli pe tujhko chadha du
bijali ka khamba tu jitna hai lamba tu
utni hi akal chhoti
he parbat se niche gira du jinda hi tujhko jala du
he meri hukumat jo ho jaaye sooli pe tujhko chadha du
daam to iske hum chukaayenge
naukraani isko hum banayenge
aakhiri boli hum lagayenge
dil ki raani isko banaayenge
daam to iske hum chukaayenge
naukraani isko hum banayenge
aakhiri boli hum lagayenge
dil ki raani isko banaayenge
raste raste par hum nachaayenge
raasta sa isko hum banaayenge
karna nahi neelam aayegi mere kaam
meri gulaami kare
he bheje me bhusa bhara tujhme akal nahi jara
logo mai kaam kya tera jungle me bakriyaa chara
dedh fut ki chhokri kachre ki tokri
bechu to na bike
bijali ka khamba tu jitna hai lamba tu
utni hi akal chhoti
dedh fut ki chhokri kachre ki tokri
bechu to na bike
bijali ka khamba tu jitna hai lamba tu
utni hi akal chhoti
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Parbat Se Neeche Gira Du
From mountains high, I'll cast you down,
And watch you burn, consumed by flame,
If power were mine, I'd see you crowned,
Upon a cross, to bear the shame.
You, a pillar of electric might,
So tall you stand, your wisdom frail,
Your mind, a husk, devoid of light,
Your ugly face, behind the veil!
What need have you amongst mankind?
Go herd your goats in wilderness,
You, a doll of dust, a life entwined,
With trash, a soul of worthlessness!
Unmarketable, a wasted form.
From mountains high, I'll cast you down,
And watch you burn, within the storm!
Your mind's a husk, of no renown.
Your ugly face, away be gone!
Your eyes, like diamonds, we will seize,
And string them on a necklace bright,
Your stolen laughter, bring us ease,
And cheeks like apples, in the light,
Your eyes, like diamonds, we will seize,
And string them on a necklace bright,
Your stolen laughter, bring us ease,
And cheeks like apples, in the light.
Your breast, a pillow for the head,
Your waist, a bed where we shall lie,
Don't you dare advance, your life is led,
To me, for I desire you nigh.
From mountains high, I'll cast you down,
And watch you burn, consumed by flame,
If power were mine, I'd see you crowned,
Upon a cross, to bear the shame.
You, a pillar of electric might,
So tall you stand, your wisdom frail,
From mountains high, I'll cast you down!
Your ugly face, behind the veil!
If power were mine, I'd see you crowned,
Your price we'll pay, without delay,
A servant's role, you shall fulfill,
The final bid, we'll make today,
A queen of hearts, against your will.
Your price we'll pay, without delay,
A servant's role, you shall fulfill,
The final bid, we'll make today,
A queen of hearts, against your will.
Upon the roads, we'll make you dance,
A path for us, your form shall be,
No auctioneer, you'll meet your trance,
And serve me, for eternity.
Your mind's a husk, of little worth,
No wisdom there, a vacant space,
What need have you, to walk the earth?
Go herd your goats in wilderness,
You, a doll of dust, a life entwined,
With trash, a soul of worthlessness!
Unmarketable, a wasted form.
You, a pillar of electric might,
So tall you stand, your wisdom frail,
You, a doll of dust, a life entwined,
With trash, a soul of worthlessness!
Unmarketable, a wasted form.
You, a pillar of electric might,
So tall you stand, your wisdom frail,
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.
