Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Timi Sadak Ma Utreko Dekheko Chhu


Timi Sadak Ma Utreko Dekheko Chhu

New York kahile na nidaune shahar ma
Internet mero parda na lagne jhyal bhayeko chha
Tadhai bata bhaye pani
Sadak ma timi le jun swatantrata sangram machchayeka chhau
Tyas lai maile yahan bata nai pranam gareko chhu
Ragattame nidhar ma maile bholi ko Nepal dekheko chhu
Mahila purush ek bhayera, bidyarthee bujruk ek bhayera
Timi le dekheko sapana, he yoddha
Sakar hunchha, abasya hunchha
Kinabhane swatantrata bahira manabata ko kunai astitwa chhaina
Timi tyahan hoste gara, ma yahan hainse garchhu
Timi bhana inqilab, ma bhanchhu yahan jindabad
Timi bhana tanashahi, ma yahan bhanchhu murdabad
Timro nidhar ko ragat bihani ko surya ho
Chhitiz ma tyo ai sakeko chhaina, tara sara akas ragattame chha
Tyo bihan abasya aunchha
Tyo niti ko niyam ho
Bagmati ko panee kasle rokna sakchha
Koshi jahile bagekai chha
Swatantrata tyastai ekohoro hunchha
Loktantra ko awaj shankhanad ho
Yo megh jhain garjanchha
Ahimsa bhaneko anu bomb bhanda bhayanak hatiyar ho
Yadi tyo swatantrata senani ko haat ma parchha bhane
He bir yoddha
Timi lai mero salam
Timi bhana tyahan inqilab, ma bhanchhu yahan jindabad


(I Have Seen You Come Out Into The Streets

In New York, a city that never sleeps
The Internet has become my window that refuses a curtain
Be it from a distance
The war for freedom that you have been waging out in the streets
I have saluted it from here
On your bloodied foreheads I have seen tomorrow's Nepal
Men women standing together, students and elders as one
The dream that you have dreamt, soldier
Will come to be realized, for certain
Because humanity has no existence outside freedom
You say Hoste there, I here will say Hainse
You say Inqilab, I will say Zindabad
You say Autocracy, I will say Murdabad
The blood on your forehead is the bloodied horizon of dawn
It has not appeared yet on the horizon, but all of the sky is crimson red
That morning will surely come
That is the law of this universe
Who can prevent Bagmati's water from flowing?
Koshi has always flown
Freedom is just as stubborn
The voice for freedom blows out the bugle pipes
It shrieks like thunder
Non-violence is a deadlier weapon than atom bombs
If it gets in the hands of the freedom fighter
Brave soldier,
I salute you
You say Inqilab there, I here will say Zindabad)

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