Mumbai Meri Jaan

This is a very good movie picturing the view of people about Muslims which is proved wrong in the end. I would Recommend everyone to see it.

Queen of the Gypsies a.k.a. Gypsy Camp goes to the Sky

Based on 'Makar Chudra' by Maxim Gorky, this movie won the grand prize in 1976 at San Sebastian Film Festival.

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Niyaz :- The Hunt

Lyrics and English Translation are below :-

Biyâ berim dasht,
Kodum dasht?
Hamun dashti ke khargush-na dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb be pâyash tâb dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb-râ mazan, khargush-e dashtom râ mazan
Khâb-e khargush be khâb-e yâr mimunad, bale
Khâb-e khargush be khâb-e yâr mimunad, bale

Biyâ berim kuh,
Kodum kuh?
Hamun dashti ke âhu-na dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb be pâyash tâb dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb-râ magir, khargush-e dashtom râ magir, âhu-e kuhom râ magir
Khâl-e âhu be khâl-e yâr mimunad, bale
Khâl-e âhu be khâl-e yâr mimunad, bale

Biyâ berim bâgh,
Kodum bâgh?
Hamun bâghi ke qomri-ta dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb be pâyash tâb dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb-râ magir, khargush-e dashtom râ magir, âhu-e kuhom râ magir, qomri-e bâghom râ magir
Charkh-e âhu be charkh-e yâr mimunad, bale
Charkh-e âhu be charkh-e yâr mimunad, bale

Biyâ berim châh,
Kodum châh?
Hamun châhi ke koftar-na dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb be pâyash tâb dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb-râ magir, khargush-e dashtom râ magir, âhu-e kuhom râ magir, qomri-e bâghom râ magir, koftar-e châhom râ magir
Tâb-e âhu be tâb-e yâr mimunad, bale
Tâb-e âhu be tâb-e yâr mimunad, bale

Biyâ berim kuh,
Kodum kuh?
Hamun kuhi ke oghâb-na dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb be pâyash tâb dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb-râ magir, khargush-e dashtom râ magir, âhu-e kuhom râ magir, qomri-e bâghom râ magir, koftar-e châhom râ magir, oghâb-e kuhom râ magir
Chang-e oghab be chang-e yâr mimunad, bale
Chang-e oghab be chang-e yâr mimunad, bale

English Translation :-

Let's go to the field?
Which field?
The same that has rabbits, oh yes.
And my dog has a rope on its foot, oh yes.
Don't kill my dog nor my rabbits,
For the dream of the rabbit reminds me of the dream of my lover, oh yes.

Let's go to the mountain.
Which mountain?
The same that has deer, oh yes.
And my dog has a rope on its foot, oh yes.
Don't kill m y dog, nor my rabbit, nor my deer,
For the grace of my deer reminds me of the grace of my lover, oh yes.

Let's go to the garden.
Which garden?
The same that has pheasants, oh yes.
And my dog has a rope on its foot, oh yes.
Don't kill my dog, nor my rabbit, nor my deer, nor my pheasants,
For the amble of the pheasant reminds me of the amble of my lover, oh yes.

Let's go to the well.
Which well?
The same that has pigeons, oh yes.
And my dog has a rope on its foot, oh yes.
Don't kill my dog, nor my rabbits, nor my deer, nor my pheasants,nor my pigeons,
For the flight of the pigeon reminds me of the flight of my lover, oh yes.

Let's go to the mountains.
Which mountains?
The same that have eagles, oh yes.
And my dog has a rope on its foot, oh yes.
Don't kill my dog, nor my rabbit, nor my deer, nor my pheasants, nor my pigeons, nor my eagles,
For the clutch of the eagle reminds me of the clutch of my lover, oh yes.

Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan :- Rumi (Na Man Behooda)

Nusrat singing this Qawwali Rumi is Fantastic...............................
I Enjoyed it and hope that you will too.

Part-2

Here's the Lyrics :-

Na man behooda girde kocha wa bazaar megardam
Mazaj-e-ashiqee daram paye dildar megardam

Khudaya rahm kon bar man
Pareeshan waar megardam

Khata karam gonahgaram
Ba hale zaar megardam

Sharabe showq menosham
Ba girde yaar megardam

Sukhan mastana megoyam
Walay hooshyaar megardam...

English Translation:Farah Aziz, UK

No I am not roaming aimlessly around the streets and bazaar
I am a lover searching for my beloved

God have mercy on me
I am walking around troubled

I have done wrong and sinned
and am walking around wounded

I have drunk the wine of desire
and am strolling around beloved

Though I may seem drunk
I am quite sober...

Me on Meme

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Kehnde De Naina - Devika

Prometheus : Goethe ( Both German And English )

Original German

Bedecke deinen Himmel, Zeus,
Mit Wolkendunst
Und übe, dem Knaben gleich,
Der Disteln köpft,
An Eichen dich und Bergeshöhn;
Mußt mir meine Erde
Doch lassen stehn
Und meine Hütte, die du nicht gebaut,
Und meinen Herd,
Um dessen Glut
Du mich beneidest.

Ich kenne nichts Ärmeres
Unter der Sonn als euch, Götter!
Ihr nähret kümmerlich
Von Opfersteuern
Und Gebetshauch
Eure Majestät
Und darbtet, wären
Nicht Kinder und Bettler
Hoffnungsvolle Toren.

Da ich ein Kind war,
Nicht wußte, wo aus noch ein,
Kehrt ich mein verirrtes Auge
Zur Sonne, als wenn drüber wär
Ein Ohr, zu hören meine Klage,
Ein Herz wie meins,
Sich des Bedrängten zu erbarmen.

Wer half mir
Wider der Titanen Übermut?
Wer rettete vom Tode mich,
Von Sklaverei?
Hast du nicht alles selbst vollendet,
Heilig glühend Herz?
Und glühtest jung und gut,
Betrogen, Rettungsdank
Dem Schlafenden da droben?

Ich dich ehren? Wofür?
Hast du die Schmerzen gelindert
Je des Beladenen?
Hast du die Tränen gestillet
Je des Geängsteten?
Hat nicht mich zum Manne geschmiedet
Die allmächtige Zeit
Und das ewige Schicksal,
Meine Herrn und deine?

Wähntest du etwa,
Ich sollte das Leben hassen,
In Wüsten fliehen,
Weil nicht alle
Blütenträume reiften?

Hier sitz ich, forme Menschen
Nach meinem Bilde,
Ein Geschlecht, das mir gleich sei,
Zu leiden, zu weinen,
Zu genießen und zu freuen sich,
Und dein nicht zu achten,
Wie ich!

English Translation

Shroud your heaven, Zeus,
With cloudy vapours,
And do as you will, like the boy
That knocks the heads off thistles,
With oak-trees and mountain-tops;
Now you must leave alone
My Earth for Me,
And my hut, which you did not build,
And my hearth,
The glowing whereof
You envy me.

I know of nothing poorer
Under the sun, than you, you Gods!
Your majesty
Is barely nourished
By sacrificial offerings
And prayerful exhalations,
And should starve
Were children and beggars not
Fools full of Hope.

When I was a child,
And did not know the in or out,
I turned my wandering eyes toward
The sun, as if, beyond, there were
An ear to hear my lament,
A heart, like mine,
To be moved to pity for the afflicted.

Who helped me
Against the pride of the Titans?
Who delivered me from Death,
From Slavery?
Did you not accomplish it all yourself,
My holy, burning Heart?
And shone, young and good,
Deceived, your thanks for salvation
To the sleeping one above?

Should I honour you? Why?
Have you softened the sufferings,
Ever, of the burdened?
Have you stilled the tears,
Ever, of the anguished?
Was I not forged as a Man
By almighty Time
And eternal Fate,
My masters and thine?

Do you somehow imagine
That I should hate Life,
Flee to the desert,
Because not every
Flowering dream should bloom?

Here I sit, I form humans
After my own image;
A race, to be like me,
To sorrow, to weep,
To enjoy and delight itself,
And to heed you not at all –
Like Me!