They say, color of love; once you are colored in love, no other color can leave it’s effect upon you. Being in love is like completely lost in the another world. You go blind. No other color you can see. This poem Rang De Piya Re Mohe, writing a Hindi poem after almost a couple of year, is about a lover who is totally lost in love and now wants to dissolve his soul in the love of beloved and vanish in it to attain integrity with the soul mate. So here is the Rang De Piya Re Mohe…
Rang de piya re mohe apne rang me aise,
Rang aur kisi ka mope chadh na sake,
Preet me teri, meri doobe aisi naiyaa,
Meri naov vahan se aage badh na sake.
Tere prem ka pyala peeta rahoon,
Pi pi matwala ho jau
Mujhe itna pyar pila de tu,
Main prem ki madhushala kehlau
Mera hath tham meri shakti ban,
Bhagwan bhi mujhse lad na sake,
Rang de piya re mohe apne rang me aise,
Rang aur kisi ka mope chadh na sake.
Prithvi me dikhe, ambar me dikhe,
Chahun ore disha me mohe tu hi dikhe,
Mai itna pagal ho jau,
Tere siva aur mohe kuch na dikhe
Jis cheez me teri chhavi na base,
Vahan nayan mere kabhi khul na sake,
Rang de piya re mohe apne rang me aise,
Rang aur kisi ka mope chadh na sake.
Glossary: Naiyaa : Boat, Naov : Boat, Chahun : All four (Here in the sense of 'in all four directions'), Chhavi : Reflection
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