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Lyrics of Baje Naghade Kaal Ke, Uthe Kadam Bhochaal Ke - बजे नगाड़े काल के, उठे कदम भूचाल के
baje nagade kal ke uthe kadam bhunchal ke
digne wala hai tera singhasan rakhna raja sambhal ke
baje nagade kal ke uthe kadam bhunchal ke
digne wala hai tera singhasan rakhna raja sambhal ke
baje nagade kal ke uthe kadam bhunchal ke
teri kya hasti hai ghamndi tera bal hai nakli
sabhi takato ke upar jo takat ho wo asli
amber me sar garaj rahe tere vinash ki tal ke
baje nagade kal ke uthe kadam bhunchal ke
digne wala hai tera singhasan rakhna raja sambhal ke
baje nagade kal ke uthe kadam bhunchal ke
savdhan ab pran bachane ki kar le taiyari
tujhe bhasam karne ko lapki aaj ek chingari
kyu leta hai maut ko sar pe apne aap uthalke
baje nagade kal ke uthe kadam bhunchal ke
digne wala hai tera singhasan rakhna raja sambhal ke
baje nagade kal ke uthe kadam bhunchal ke
aaj dikha mat shan ki ghadiya ye tufan ki
tere samne aaj khulegi jholi svaym bhagwan ki
kai bukh ban gaye bikhari bikhsha isme dal ke
baje nagade kal ke uthe kadam bhunchal ke
digne wala hai tera singhasan rakhna raja sambhal ke
baje nagade kal ke uthe kadam bhunchal ke
baje nagade kal ke uthe kadam bhunchal ke
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Baje Naghade Kaal Ke, Uthe Kadam Bhochaal Ke
The drums of time, a rising dread,
Earth's tremors surge, the living dead.
Your throne will fall, a crumbling stage,
King, heed the signs, in life's rampage.
The drums of time, a rising dread,
Earth's tremors surge, the living dead.
The drums of time, a rising dread.
What fleeting form, this pride you hold,
Your gilded hair, a story told
Of borrowed strength, a fragile shell,
The truest power, where shadows dwell.
The heavens roar, a storm descends,
Your ruin looms, the journey ends.
The drums of time, a rising dread,
Your throne will fall, a crumbling stage,
King, heed the signs, in life's rampage.
The drums of time, a rising dread.
Prepare your soul, to flee the night,
For flames ignite, with burning light.
Why burden death, with sins you claim?
The drums of time, a rising dread,
Your throne will fall, a crumbling stage,
King, heed the signs, in life's rampage.
The drums of time, a rising dread.
Show not your pride, in tempest's hour,
For God's own grace, will show its power.
As hunger's grip, makes beggars weep,
And cast your offering, in the deep.
The drums of time, a rising dread,
Your throne will fall, a crumbling stage,
King, heed the signs, in life's rampage.
The drums of time, a rising dread.
The drums of time, a rising dread.
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
