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Lyrics of Piyaa Piyaa Na Laage Moraa Jiyaa - पिया पिया न लागे मोरा जिया
piya piya na laage mora jiya
aaja chori chori ye baiya gori gori
tadap uthi re tere pyar ko
piya piya na laage mora jiya
aaja chori chori ye baiya gori gori
tadap uthi re tere pyar ko, piya piya
ek ban ki kali matwaali nagri me aayi khilane
ek ban ki kali matwaali nagri me aayi khilane
jangal ki morani aayi baago ke mor se milane
jangal ki morani aayi baago ke mor se milane
milane ho milane, mor se milane
milane ho milane, mor se milane
haay apna bana le saiya ho
piya piya na laage mora jiya
aaja chori chori ye baiya gori gori
tadap uthi re tere pyar ko, piya piya
o baanke naina vaale o paradesi matwaale
o baanke naina vaale o paradesi matwaale
tu murali mujhe bana le hotho se haay laga le
tu murali mujhe bana le hotho se haay laga le
murali bana le hotho se laga le
murali bana le hotho se laga le
haay apna bana le saiya ho
piya piya na laage mora jiya
aaja chori chori ye baiya gori gori
tadap uthi re tere pyar ko, piya piya
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Piyaa Piyaa Na Laage Moraa Jiyaa
My beloved, my soul aches,
Come, steal into my embrace, fair arms.
My heart yearns for your love,
My beloved, my soul aches.
A wildflower, intoxicated, came to bloom in the city,
A wildflower, intoxicated, came to bloom in the city.
A forest peahen came to meet the peacock in the gardens,
A forest peahen came to meet the peacock in the gardens.
To meet, to meet, to meet the peacock,
To meet, to meet, to meet the peacock.
Make me your own, my love.
My beloved, my soul aches,
Come, steal into my embrace, fair arms.
My heart yearns for your love,
My beloved.
Oh, you with eyes like a bow, you wandering stranger,
Oh, you with eyes like a bow, you wandering stranger.
Make me a flute, and press me to your lips,
Make me a flute, and press me to your lips.
Make me a flute, press me to your lips,
Make me a flute, press me to your lips.
Make me your own, my love.
My beloved, my soul aches,
Come, steal into my embrace, fair arms.
My heart yearns for your love,
My beloved.
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.
