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Lyrics of Madan Hai Hara Bhid Se Bhara, Ye Hai Cricket - मैदान है हरा भीड़ से भरा, ये है क्रिकेट
madan hai hara bhid se bhara
khel li jaldi yara wicket hai khade
tayar hum khade khel suru hoga pone gyarah
madan hai hara bhid se bhara
khel li jaldi yara wicket hai khade
tayar hum khade khel suru hoga pone gyarah
ye hai cricket out ye hai cricket out
ye hai cricket out ye hai cricket out
koi ran out hai koi not out hai
koi team se hi bahar bechara
ye bol gumati hawa chumti
huya lpw besahara ye hai cricket sixer
ye hai cricket boundary ye hai cricket lpw
ye hai cricket century
dukali yaha to bamb par waha gend ki ajab chalbajiya
bhatarin kya jitna hai match fildar ki dekho kalabajiya
madan hai hara bhid se bhara khel li jaldi yara ye hai cricket
ye hai cricket out ye hai cricket out
ye hai cricket out
aap hai jaha hunga mai bhi waha madan me milenge kahi
kyu nahi kyu nahi shok aur lgan ho to
mumkin hai sab kuch yahi gale me rumal hai
kalayi ka kamal hai har ada bemisal hai
zara sath de aashirwad de honga naam roshan yahi
kal ki kis ko khabar aaj ki bat kar
humse badkar hai koi nahi kal ki kis ko khabar aaj ki bat kar
humse badkar hai koi nahi
ye hai cricket out ye hai cricket out
ye hai cricket out ye hai cricket out
madan hai hara bhid se bhara
khel li jaldi yara wicket hai khade
tayar hum khade khel suru hoga pone gyarah
pone gyarah pone gyarah
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Madan Hai Hara Bhid Se Bhara, Ye Hai Cricket
The green field breathes, a crowd's embrace,
The game begins, the wickets stand in place.
Ready we stand, the hour nears,
Ten-thirty strikes, dispelling fears.
Cricket's call, the out resounds,
Cricket's echo, on hallowed grounds.
Some are run out, some are gone,
Banished from the team, forlorn.
The ball spins free, a lover's kiss,
LBW, in helpless bliss.
Sixes soar, a glorious sight,
Boundaries gleam in golden light.
Century scored, a moment grand.
Sadness here, the bounce it takes,
Strange trickery the sphere now makes.
Magnificent the match unfolds,
Fielders dance, their story told.
The green field breathes, the crowd's delight,
The game begins, with all its might.
Cricket's call, the out resounds.
Where you are, there I will be,
In this green embrace, you'll find me.
Why not, why not, with heart and soul,
All things are possible, making us whole.
A scarf around the neck so fine,
The wrist's magic, a design.
Each move a wonder, pure and true,
Lend your support, and blessings too.
A name in glory, brightly gleam.
Who knows the morrow? Today's the dream.
No one surpasses, this is our claim.
Who knows the morrow? Today's the game.
Cricket's call, the out resounds,
Cricket's echo, on hallowed grounds.
The green field breathes, a crowd's embrace,
The game begins, the wickets stand in place.
Ready we stand, the hour nears,
Ten-thirty strikes, dispelling fears.
Ten-thirty... Ten-thirty...
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.
