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Lyrics of Rasiya Ras Rangrez Banaras - रसिया रस रंगरेज बनारस
oye rang birange ghaat yaha
oye sabke pade thaath yaha
are lala or manveer suit boot ke babu
ajab gajab hai banaras ka jaadu
are ganga ke har ghaat pe dil apna de gaya
are rasiya ras rangrez banaras
oye har fan molla ban desh banaras
aaye haye rasiya ras rangrez banaras
are har fan molla ban desh banaras
ohh harn se swari hatthi hi nahi
jab tak dunali satti nahi
harn se swari hatthi hi nahi
jab tak dunali satti nahi
ha tight bada hai bhokaal yaha ka
kisi ki himmat par ghatti nahi
jogi bhi yaha ke zindabaad
jogi bhi yaha ke zindabaad
gauri bhi yaha ke zindabaad
lori bhi maa ki zindabaad
are aaye jo ek baar yaha
yahi ka rah gaya
are rasiya ras rangrez banaras
oye har fan molla ban desh banaras
rasiya ras rangrez banaras
oye har fan molla ban desh banaras
desh banaras desh banaras desh banaras
desh banaras desh banaras
famouse har mohala famous kachori gali re
dekh chaal banarsi sabki jali re
are baiya famouse har mohalla famous kachori
gali re dekh chaal banarsi sabki jali re
surma laga manwa jaga tadte hai bhaiya
lahraake bulet rang baazi tadte hai bhaiya
are bate sari bisar gayi ishara rah gaya
are rasiya ras rangrez banaras
oye har fan molla ban desh banaras
haye haye rasiya ras rangrez banaras
oye har fan molla ban desh banaras
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Rasiya Ras Rangrez Banaras
Here, a riot of colors, a battlefield of hues,
Here, every soul finds its own lavish cruise.
Lalas and Manvirs, in suits, polished and grand,
Oh, lover of colors, the dye-maker of Banaras, take my hand.
Each lane, a nation, a microcosm of grace,
Oh, lover of colors, the dye-maker of Banaras, embrace.
Each lane, a nation, a soul-stirring space.
The horns may blare, but no elephant takes flight,
Until the double-barreled shotgun ignites the night.
The horns may blare, but no elephant can flee,
Until the double-barreled shotgun sets souls free.
The swagger here is immense, a tight-knit domain,
Where no one's spirit ever feels the pain.
The yogis here, they chant, "Long live!"
The yogis here, in their soul-filled hive.
Gauri lives!
A mother's lullaby, it thrives!
If you come once, and you find your place,
Here you stay, in this vibrant embrace.
Oh, lover of colors, the dye-maker of Banaras,
Each lane, a nation, a kaleidoscope of stars.
Lover of colors, the dye-maker of Banaras,
Each lane, a nation, breaking all the bars.
Banaras, Banaras, echoes through the land,
Banaras, Banaras, forever in our hand.
Each lane is famous, the kachori street's renown,
See the walk of Banaras, where truth is found.
Each lane is famous, kachori's sweet smell,
See the walk of Banaras, where stories dwell.
With kohl-lined eyes, the heart awakens and sees,
As the bullet waves, in flamboyant ease.
The words fade away, only the glances remain,
Oh, lover of colors, the dye-maker of Banaras' reign.
Each lane, a nation, where the spirit sustains.
Oh, lover of colors, the dye-maker of Banaras' fire,
Each lane, a nation, lifting us higher and higher.
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.
