Announcing the onset,
The awaited arrival
Of the auspicious new year,
New year
Full of best wishes and dreams
Dancing, rollicking
And singing,
Shaking the body
And thrilling
With thrillers
And good-feelers.
D.J.,
D.J.,
Itr’s D.j.,
D.J. music,
The D.J. announcer
Announcing,
Announcing and swinging,
turning and turning
And revolving
And dancing, dancing,
Taking by surprise.
Hare Rama, hare Krishna,Rama and Krishna,The lore of.
The speaker, the listener,Speaking and speaking,The listener, listeningAnd listening,The artist and the audience too,I, I,Don’t you,Don’t you know me?
A countryside villainIn Indian cinemaSpeaking in Bhojpuri,firing with an unlicensed revolver,Sending the henchmen,Doing the role of a rustic politician,Not a good man,But a very bad man!Lallu, think not yourself a hero,A zero are you in reality,A goonda,Blunt and bogus and dullFrom a very uncultured family,You, Blackie, I mean Kallu.
Or the scroll sheetOr to cast in metalsToo is a priceless art,Not less than the poetry of the poets.
Then my aunt,My mother,My youngest brotherAnd my eldest brotherOne by one.Now I am alone,Alone,All aloneIn my life.
Mera bhi hai, tera bhi hai,Hum sabo ka Hindustan.Khayiye, piyiyei aur masta rahiye,Jhagada-ugada mat kijiye,Kaisa farmaya, janab?Bahut khu, bahut khub,Darshako se uttar aaya.Janab, kya kaha mainei,Hindustan mera bhi, tumhara bhi,Kya mainei thik nahi kaha?For Rahat IndoriHindustan is not of anybody’s father,It is mine, it is yours too,Ours Hindustan.Eat, drink and be merry,Pick you not quarrels…
