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Lyrics of Pyari Surat Matvari Murat Hai - प्यारी सूरत मतवारी मूरत हैं
o o o maai
pyari surat matwari murat hai
sare jagat se nirala nirala
gokul ka hai wo gwala
o maai gakul ka hai wo gwala
kala nahi wo neela nahi wo
chanda ka hai ujiyala
o maai gakul ka hai wo gwala
o maai gakul ka hai wo gwala
o o o sanjh sakhare
sanjh sakhare jamuna kinare
gwala wo gayia charaye
paniya bharan ko jaye jo
hau tum to chup chup ke hamko bulaye
naina ladaye hamko sataye
naina ladaye hamko sataye
aisa hai murliwala
o maai gakul ka hai wo gwala
o maai gakul ka hai wo gwala
o o o sar pe mukut hai mathe pe lat hai
sar pe mukut hai mathe pe lat hai
pitamber ke kat me lat hai
kaalin si ke tat par bansi ke pat par
chupke khada natkhat hai
o dekho chupke khada natkhat hai
nandji ke lala yashoda ke gopal hai
nandji ke lala yashoda ke gopal hai
man ko churane wala
o maai gakul ka hai wo gwala
o maai gakul ka hai wo gwala
pyari surat matwari murat hai
sare jagat se nirala nirala
gokul ka hai wo gwala
o maai gakul ka hai wo gwala
o maai gakul ka hai wo gwala
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Pyari Surat Matvari Murat Hai
Oh, Mother Mine,
A beloved face, a form that enthralls,
Unique, beyond all the worlds,
He is the cowherd of Gokul.
Oh, Mother Mine, the cowherd of Gokul.
Not black, nor blue,
He is the light of the moon.
Oh, Mother Mine, the cowherd of Gokul.
Oh, Mother Mine, the cowherd of Gokul.
Oh, at dawn and dusk,
At dawn and dusk, on the banks of the Yamuna,
He, the cowherd, grazes the cows,
When they go to fetch water,
He calls to us, hidden from sight,
Locks eyes with us, torments us.
Locks eyes with us, torments us.
Such is the flute-player.
Oh, Mother Mine, the cowherd of Gokul.
Oh, Mother Mine, the cowherd of Gokul.
Oh, on his head a crown, on his forehead a lock,
On his head a crown, on his forehead a lock,
On his yellow robe, a folded cloth,
On the edge of the Kalindi, on the flute's edge,
He stands hidden, mischievous.
Oh, look, he stands hidden, mischievous.
Nanda's son, Yashoda's Gopal,
Nanda's son, Yashoda's Gopal,
The one who steals the heart.
Oh, Mother Mine, the cowherd of Gokul.
Oh, Mother Mine, the cowherd of Gokul.
A beloved face, a form that enthralls,
Unique, beyond all the worlds,
He is the cowherd of Gokul.
Oh, Mother Mine, the cowherd of Gokul.
Oh, Mother Mine, the cowherd of Gokul.
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.
