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Lyrics of Saiyyan Ne Baiyyan Pakad Ke - सैया ने बैया पकड़ के
saiya ne baiya pakad ke marodi
mori aise haye rey aise
ki jaise koi nichode nibua
ki jaise koi nichode nimbua
haye ki jaise koi nichode nimbua
ke mar gayi mai babua
ke mar gayi mai babua
saiya ne baiya pakad ke marodi
mori aise haye rey aise
ki jaise koi tode nibua
ki jaise koi nichode nimbua
haye ki jaise koi tode nimbua
ke mar gayi mai babua
ke mar gayi mai babua
phulo ko chhune ka tarika tukado me
par tu hai anadi tujhe kaise samjhau mai
shishe bilori koi aise nahi toadta
oye shishe bilori koi aise nahi todta
jalwe ho samne to muh nahi modta
saiya bedardi ne dekho dhakela
mohe aise haye haye aise
ke jaise koi uchhale gaindva
ke jaise koi uchhale gaindva
ke mar gayi mai babua ui maa
ke mar gayi mai babua
ari kya kho gaya hasino ki davat
ko jo aise thukrayega
diwane zindagi me tu hamesha pachhtayega
tauba ko aaj jara toad ke to dekh le
tauba ko aaj jara toad ke to dekh le
naata kisi ke sang jod ke tu dekh le
saiya ne pure badan ko
chhua to laga aise haye aise
jaise mohe kate bichhuva
jaise mohe kate bichhuva
ke mar gayi mai babua
ke mar gayi mai babua
saiya ne baiya pakad ke marodi
mori aise haye rey aise
ki jaise koi tode nibua
ki jaise koi nichode nimbua
haye ki jaise koi tode nimbua
ke mar gayi mai babua
ke mar gayi mai babua
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Saiyyan Ne Baiyyan Pakad Ke
He seized my arm, a twisting,
Oh, like this, oh, like this,
As if a lemon was wrung dry,
As if a lemon was wrung dry,
Oh, as if a lemon was wrung dry,
I am dying, my love,
I am dying, my love.
He seized my arm, a twisting,
Oh, like this, oh, like this,
As if a lemon was wrung dry,
As if a lemon was wrung dry,
Oh, as if a lemon was wrung dry,
I am dying, my love,
I am dying, my love.
To touch flowers, a tender art,
But you, a novice, how to impart?
No one shatters crystal so,
Oh, no one shatters crystal so,
When beauty shines, the face won't turn, no.
My cruel lover, he pushed me away,
Like this, oh, like this, oh, like this,
As if a ball was tossed so high,
As if a ball was tossed so high,
I am dying, my love, oh my,
I am dying, my love.
What is lost?
He who spurns a feast of charms,
In a mad life, will always find remorse.
Break the vow, just once, and see,
Break the vow, just once, and see,
Bind yourself to another, and you'll be free.
He touched my body, all of me,
Like this, oh, like this, oh, like this,
As if a scorpion stung me,
As if a scorpion stung me,
I am dying, my love, I am dying, my love.
He seized my arm, a twisting,
Oh, like this, oh, like this,
As if a lemon was wrung dry,
As if a lemon was wrung dry,
Oh, as if a lemon was wrung dry,
I am dying, my love,
I am dying, my love.
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.
