Autor: Gela

Allah-Hoo, Allah-Hoo

Interpret: The Sabri Brothers
Album: Qawwali
Jahr: 1978

Translation: You are the Creator of all, without doubt.
The whole world seeks You:
Your Being radiates everywhere.
You have no peer. Lord of all.
Alla-hoo, Allah-hoo.
There is no other like You. You are unique.
You are the object of every thought and desire.
You are the light of the eye, the beat of the heart.
You are more precious than the jugular vein.
Alla-hoo, Allah-hoo.
You are the secret of the universe.
The beginning and the end of all.
The melody of the divine flute
In every song on every instrument.
Alla-hoo, Allah-hoo.
There is no denial, no dissension.
Only those who surrender completely are rewarded with Grace.
Your radiance sparkles in every eye.
You are the only one. There is no one else.
Alla-hoo, Allah-hoo.
You are the beginning. You are the end.
A glimpse of You has changed my life.
Only when I abondoned self did I catch that glimpse.
When the human being escapes love of self.
Submission elevates him to a higher plane.
Whenever I look at the artistry of Your creation
I am reminded of Your complete power.
There is the story of the goat
Who repeated „main main“ with great pride.
His life came to an end at the slaughterhouse.
And his entrails were turned into the strings
of the cotton-ginner’s bow.
When these strings were struck,
The only audible sound was „too too“.

Mohé Apné Rang Main

Interpret: Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan
Album: Back to Qawwali
Jahr: 1995

Mohe Apne He Rang Main Rang Le Nijaam
(Mold Me In Your Likeness; Fill Me With Your Love Nijaam)

Aaa
Sahib Ji Sultan Ji Tum Baro Gareeb Nawaj
Apna Ker Ke Rakhiyo Tohe Ban Pakre Ki Laag
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam
Tu Hai Sahib Mora Mehboob-E-Ilaahi

Aaa
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam
Rung De Aisa Rung De Mera Her Ik Rung Tera Rung De
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam

Aaa
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam
Aiso Rung Rang Do Rang Naa Hi Chotay (Dobiya Doay)? Chahy Sari Umariya Nijaam
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam

Aaa
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam
Tu Hai Sahib Mora Mehboob-E-Ilaahi
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam
Rung Ki Rangayi Jo Tu Maange
Mora Joban Girvi Rakhlay Nijaam
Tu Hai Sahib Mora Mehboob-E-Ilaahi
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam

Aaa
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam
Maati Ke Tum Deeware Jo Suno Hamari Baat, Aaj Milavra Piya Ka Jo Jagyo Sari Raat
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam

Aaa
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam
Aur Koi Mohe Rung Na He Paaye
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam
Mohay Apnay Hi Rung Mein Rung Lay Nijaam, Tu To Saaheb Mera Mehboob-E-Ilaahi
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam
Mori Chundariya Piyaa Ki Pagariya
Mohe Dono Basanti Rung De Nijaam
Tu Hai Sahib Mora Mehboob-E-Ilaahi
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam
Agan Ham-Re Jo Kun Tumre Jo Janat Sub Sangsaar, Apni Karni Per Taro To Kaise Utro Paar Nijaam
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam

Aaa
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam
Tore Dor Pare Chug Beet Pare, Mori Aas Na Toro Ghareeb Nawaz Nijaam
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam

Aaa
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam
Aaa
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam
Dunya Say Mo Mor Lia Hai, Tum Say Nata Jor Lia Hai
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam
Nijamuddin Auliya Tu Peer Mero
Mori Laaj Sharam Sab Rakh Lay Nijaam
Tu To Saaheb Mera Mehboob-E-Ilaahi

Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam
Mohe Apne He Rang Mein Rang Le Nijaam…

Translation: Dye me in your hue, my love,
You are my man, oh beloved of Almighty;
Dye me in your hue.
My scarf, and the beloved’s turban,
Both need to be dyed in the hue of spring;
Whatever be the price for dyeing, ask for it,
You can have my blossoming youth in mortgage;
Dye me in your hue.
I have come and fallen at your door step,
For you to safeguard my pride, my dignity,
You are my man, Oh beloved of Almighty,
Dye me in your hue.
eholding your appearance, Oh Nijaam
I offer myself in sacrifice.
Amongst all the girls, my scarf is the most soiled,
Look, the girls are laughing at me.
This spring, please dye my scarf for me,
Oh Nijaam, protect my honour.
In the name of Ganj-e Shakar (Nizamuddin Aulia’s pir),
Protect my honour, Oh beloved Nijaam.
Qutab and Farid have come in the wedding procession,
And Khusrau is the loving bride, Oh Nijaam.
Some have to fight with the mother-in-law,
While some with sisters-in-law,
But I have you for support, Oh Nijaam.

Ee Hai Bambai Nagariya Tu Dekh Babua (This is Bombay)

Film: Don
Jahr: 1978
Regie: Chandra Barot
Schauspieler: Amitabh Bachchan
Interpret: Kishore Kumar
Komponist: Kalyanji-Anandji

Lyrics:
ee hai bombay nagaria, tu dekh babuwa – 2 x
sone chaandi ki dagariya, tu dekh babuwa
raghu sone ki bajariya mein, maya ki nagariya mein
jhatpat dekh le muqaddar ka lekh babuwa
ee hai bombay nagaria, tu dekh babuwa – 2 x

dekho door door se
dekho door door se log toor toor se
ee haan aate hain kaao lagaane – 2 x
des gaaon chor ke, preet pyaar tor ke
khoya khoya naseeba jagaane – 2 x
aray apna kya hoga
aray apna kya hoga, hoga so hoga
paansa ham ne diya hai phenk babuwa
ee hai bombay nagaria, tu dekh babuwa
ee hai… ee hai…
ee hai bombay nagaria, tu dekh babuwa

koi maala maal hai
koi maala maal hai, koi tang haal hai
zindagi hai ee haan ki niraali – 2 x
maal kitna bhara, phir bhi dekho zara
ee haan har aadmi hai sawaali – 2 x
bigri bana le…
bigri bana le, tu cash karwa le
apne muqaddar ka lekh babuwa
ee hai bombay nagaria, tu dekh babuwa
ee hai… ee hai…
ee hai bombay nagaria, tu dekh babuwa

yeh shehron mein sheher hai bumbai wah (aray wah wah bambai wah)
yeh baat sabhi hai ulti hai phir bhi wah re bambai wah re wah re bumbai wah
bin paani ka dhobi talaaow dekho, dekho
ee haan reti pe paani kaa bhaaow dekho
ghoron pe karoron ka daaow dekho
haseenon se sabhi ka lagaaow dekho
koi bandar nahi hai, phir bhi naam baandra
church ka gate hai, churche hai lapata
churche hai lapata – 2 x
ajab hai yeh rang, anokha hai dhang
naii hai tarang, naii hai umang
koi kanjoos hai, koi hai malang
machi hai yahaan dekho aapas mein jang
aapas mein jang – 2 x
samandar mein jese hai ghul gai bhang
yeh rang dekh ke main hogaya dang
to kya samjhe?
ee hai bombay nagaria, tu dekh babuwa – 2 x

Translation:
Glory to Lord Krishna
Glory to Lord Rama
This is … Made out of gold and silver

In this city of gold and silver
in this city of magic fortunes swing
This is Bombay, my boy

From afar come they all, to try their luck
They leave their villages;

they leave their kin…
to come here to make their destiny
What will happen of me? I don’t care
l have just begun to roll the dice
This is Bombay, my boy
Some of them are rich;

others are paupers Life here is strange.
They’ve made so much money …
Yet every man prays for more. Yet they pray for more.
Change your fortune for the better.
Change your fortunes for the better.

Encash this check of your destiny
This is Bombay, my boy
This city is unique among all other cities
Everything here is so topsy-turvy;
And yet, Bombay wows everyone
Check out the launderer’s lake … which has no water

Look at what water costs.
Look at the way they stake millions on horse-racing.
Look how fond they all are of girls beautiful
There isn’t a bunder (monkey) in sight,

yet the place is Bandra. With only a gate there …
the church is missing at Churchgate. The church is missing …
Strange are the ways here; strange are many hues.
Unique are the desires;

distinctive is the ethos
If some are tight-fisted … others are carefree
They’re at war here all the time
They’re warring here all the time
Like opiate in the seas …
I’m dumb-struck at what this city does to me.
Do you get it then?

This is Bombay, my boy …