Shiv Kumar Batalvi's - "MaeN Kal NaheeN Rahina" (Presentation - Desh Ratna)

MaeN Kal NaheeN Rahina Ni jiNde MaeN kal naheeN rahina! Aj raateeN asaaN ghuT baahaaN vich GeetaaN da ik chuman laena, Ni jiNde MaeN kal naheeN rahina! Na kal khiRna chaanan da phul Na kal khiRna chaMba, Na kal baageeN mahikaaN phirna Kar ke ni sir naNga. Na aj vaakan Lif lif TaahnaaN Dharti paereeN paenaaN! Ni jiNde MaeN kal naheeN rahina! KooNjaaN uhD puhD jaana Kidhare door disaureeN, Kal tak peeR mere nu samiyaaN Var lae jaana zoreeN. Na ruhtaaN gal Kal nu rahina PhulaaN da koi gahina, Ni jiNde MaeN kal naheeN rahina! Na raahvaaN deeyaaN paeRaaN kal nu Din chaRde tak jeena, Na mere geetaaN birhe joga Sucha jhaga seena. MuR na tavaareekh di CHaaveN INj haNju koi bahina, Ni jiNde MaeN kal naheeN rahina! Na aj vaakan muR ke ral mil Tu bahina maeN bahina, Na kal edaaN suraj chaRna Na kal edaaN lahina. Same de paNCHi Daana daana SaahvaaN da chuk laena, Ni jiNde MaeN kal naheeN rahina! Aj raati asaaN ghuT baahaaN vich GeetaaN da ik chuman laena.

MaeN Kal NaheeN Rahina Listen, O my life, I will not be here tomorrow. Tonight, let us clutch a song tightly, And claim its kiss. Listen, O my life I will not be here tomorrow. The moonlight will not flower tomorrow, Nor will bloom the champak. Perfumes will not roam the garden With uncovered head. Nor like today Will yielding branches Bend to touch the earth, Listen, O my life I will not be here tomorrow. The cranes will have scattered, Flown far away. By tomorrow, time, like a husband, Will have carried off my pain. No longer will flowers lie like jewels Around the throat Of the season tomorrow. Listen, O my life I will not be here tomorrow. By daybreak the footprints on paths Will not be traceable. No longer will my songs sew a robe True to separation. Never will tears collect like this again, Beneath the shadows of the past. Listen, O my life I will not be here tomorrow. Not, like today, will we sit together again You and I. Not, like this, will will the sun rise tomorrow, Nor, like this, will it set. The bird of time Will have collected Every single grain of my breath. Listen, O my life. I will not be here tomorrow. Tonight let us clutch a song tightly And claim its kiss.