Sunday 1 March 2009

Lyrics in Translation

Swades song lyrics in translation – The King James version – not all the bits, but most of them from two of the songs.
Because they cracked me up.

I have to say here that I loved Swades and think it a wonderful movie that must be seen again and again and the music is a delight. It's the subtitles and the lyrics in translation that pose a bit of a problem cuz I find them distractingly funny. Distractingly.

Saanwariya
I am infatuated with thee
Thou hast endeared my heart
My heart’s bewildered
My body with fire kindled
It’s monsoon of my dreams
The courtyard of my eyes streams
The pitcher of my heart is overflowing
O dear who hast drawn so near!
O dear who hast endeared my heart!
How canst I recount
What hath been thy bequest pray how?
Somewhere art buds of a throbbing heart
Somewhere the dream-lanes
Mirth that dwells in the heart,
How shallst I articulate?
Thou swayest me so
That oft times I am embarrassed
It seems I have lost my path
Ever since I have seen the haven of love
Now that thou hast met me
This world’s transformed
Methinks the flowers have begun to beset my path
And I fancy too that the earth’s renewed
The sky too freshly spun in our love
Wanton breeze singeth some melody
River too narrates some tale
All’s changed, my love, since my eyes courted thine
I have lost presence of mind
Gone is my treasured selfhood.


Dekho Na
See! Just see!
It’s you and me, and long solitude!
See! Just see!
How delicate are these shadows!
Listen in; heed the heartbeats
Listen in; heed the song of silence
Listen in; heed what the night hath to say
Night’s come; with desires nameless and many
She narrateth a hundred woes;
I listen to her epiphany
Night unwindeth, unabashed stripeth her cloak
Pearls, scattered as it were; I pick
You have chanted some spell in words
Lamps are alit in my eyes
You have chanted some spell in words
The darkness of my nights hath poured out
Lonely went the day and nights sans you,
Overcast with desolation
And now it seemeth the nights,
Kissed by the day and perfumed
For you art my companion
I was incomplete sans you,
More compete now none couldst be
In yours, my world I discovered,
Yet I am all lost
Both of us have now learned, art of living well earned
Like Midas touch, our living how well hath altered
Both of us have now learned,
Beauty of life well earned
O joys, we owneth a score, enough and more…