Jagjit Singh and Chitra Singh's

Yeh Na Thi Hamari Kismat -Chitra Singh

Apne honton par sajana chahta hoon (Jagjit Singh).mp3

Chitra Singh - Yeh To Nahi Ke Gham Nahi

Kiya Hai Pyar Jise-Jagjit Singh

Hontoon pay kabhi un kay...........Ustad Amanat Ali Khan

Aisa Lagta Hai - Chitra Singh

Sunte Hain Ke Mil Jaati Jagjit And Chitra Singh

buhat pehlay se (jagjeet and chitra singh)

Lyrics

Buddha hoya sheikh Farid, Kamban laggi dayh
 Je so varya jeevna, Bheetan hosi khayh

Dekh Farida jo thea darhi hoi bhoor
 Aggu neda aaya, pichaa rahya door 

Farida kothe mandap mariaa, ayt na laaye chit
 Mitti payii atolave koay na hosi mit

Farida bhanni gharhi savanni, tutti naagar lajj
 Azraeel farishta kai ghar nathi ajj
 Farida bhanni gharhi savanni, tutti naagar lajj
 Jo sajjan bhoye bhaar thay, say kio aave ajj

Kandi utay rukh-ra kichrak bannay dheer
 Farida kachay bhanday rakhiye kichar taai neer

Farida daryave kanne baggla betha kayl karay
 Kayl karainde hanj nu, achintay baaj paaye
 Baaj paye tis rab de kaylaañ visriyañ
 Jo mann chit na chayte san so gaale rub ki-aa

Lyrics contribution: Sohail Abid

Translation

Shaykh Fareed has grown old, and his body has begun to tremble.
 Even if he could live for hundreds of years, his body will eventually turn to dust.

See, Fareed, what has happened: your beard has become grey.
 That which is coming is near, and the past is left far behind.

Fareed, houses, mansions and balconies – do not attach your consciousness to these.
 When these collapse into heaps of dust, none of them will be your friend.

Fareed, your beautiful body shall break apart, and the subtle thread of the breath shall be snapped.
 In which house will the Messenger of Death be a guest today?
 Fareed, your beautiful body shall break apart, and the subtle thread of the breath shall be snapped.
 Those friends who were a burden on the earth – how can they come today?

How long can the tree remain implanted on the river-bank?
 Fareed, how long can water be kept in a soft clay pot?

Fareed, the crane perches on the river bank, playing joyfully.
 While it is playing, a hawk suddenly pounces on it.
 When the Hawk of God attacks, playful sport is forgotten.
 God does what is not expected or even considered.

(English translation by Sant Singh Khalsa)


Yeh Na Thi Hamari Kismat -Chitra Singh

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