Jugni english translation

This is a good-enough translation of the song:

Jugni: A girl/traveller

A girl sets out to see what has become of the country...
from where were born Veda's...
from where britishers were thrown out...
what has become of it...
what is its present condition...
what all miracles has the country achieved...

Oh my brother...
Oh my brother says the girl...
pls open a new road for it...

..............

The girl goes to kashmir...
where 10-20 die daily...
our beautiful sisters and brothers.
cry and ask...
when will this quarrel end...
when water from Jhelum will dry up?

Oh my brother...
Oh my brother says the girl...
make a new river flow from here...

..............

The girl goes to Punjab...
where educated people are unemployed...
they sell their land & go abroad...
and marry a foreigner there...
while their family waits here...

Oh my brother...
Oh my brother says the girl...
pls bring a new spring (season)...

..............

The girl now goes to Mumbai...
where nobody sleeps...
everybody searches for something..
very few find it...
those who find it as restless...
and they get trouble lines on their forhead...

Oh my brother...
Oh my brother says the girl...
Pls bring me a breath of rest...

..............

The girl now goes to Delhi...
and gets lost in the crowd...
from where she came, to where she was going...
everything is lost...
when she gains conscience...
her face has lost the grace...

Oh my brother...
Oh my brother says the girl...
I remember the gurus (Lord) and his words...

..............

Courtesy: Anonymous

Meeting With Rabbi Shergill - Thanx Rediff

SOME UNFINISHED BUSINESS WAS LEFT>> About Rabbi <<

Bulla I know not who I am…
Nor did I create the difference of faith
Nor did I create Adam and Eve
Nor did I name myself

English translations of 18th century Sufi poet Bulla Shah's words seem unlikely on a chart-topping Indipop debut album sleeve. But then, everything about Rabbi Shergill is unlikely.

The broadest classification possible for his music is rock, his lyrics Punjabi, his video bereft of belly buttons. His songs flit from Bryan Adams-ish light to Leonard Cohen-esque darkness. He sings Simon and Garfunkel in an autorickshaw, and says, "Chhod yaar [let it be, man]" when you ask him his age.

He even comes walking to the neighbourhood coffee shop with his guitar if you ask him to.
September 30, 1988, Bruce Springsteen (Amnesty's Human Rights Now) concert. That was when the man, whose album has got the pundits and proletariat rooting for it in unison, decided music was it for him. "The sheer power of what rock could do, to be accepted and respected by such a lot of people," he says.
"Those were the wander years. So I wandered. I did that for a long time," he says of the period in Khalsa College, Delhi. He taught himself guitar, "got into hard rock. Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith," idolised Jimmy Page, hung out, wore his hair long rockstar style, saw the world through LSD-coloured glasses.

Why sing in Punjabi then? "Why not?"
"We Jat Sikhs are very proud people. I could never get it out of me. To start thinking in any other language would mean acknowledging its superiority. I would become a poor version of a Western rocker, a wannabe. I can't forget who I am," he says.

Rabbi's father was a Sikh preacher and his mother, a college principal, loved Gurbani kirtan. Rabbi was "very, very influenced by Sikh literature. I grew up reading Gyani Gyan Singh, Kabir's dohas, Shiv Bata... We would have long discussions on poetry. I was listening to rock music and Punjabi spiritual music. It all combusts man. It's the great reality of urban India."

Is that what combusted with his album as well? Is that why it worked?
"I think [it worked] because I was talking about myself, which is a rarity," he says. "Generally somebody else writes the songs for the artists. The artist comes to the studio and tries to pretend in those two minutes. It's the saddest thing."
Rabbi wrote his own songs, and began recording them when he was not making advertising jingles -- "lots of them for Yamaha, Times FM…"

His first demo impressed world music producer Jawahar Wattal. Sony Music wanted to sign him on. "I had differences with Jawahar. I told Sony. They put me on to K J Singh," the man who would produce his debut eponymous album. The two worked on a new demo.

Sony backed out. Knocking on doors began again. Rabbi met Minty Tejpal, brother and business partner of Tehelka editor in chief Tarun Tejpal. The first meeting, Rabbi got drunk and banged his car. Minty helped him out. It was instant chemistry.

"I signed a contract with Tehelka, and started working on my album. Just when the recording was finished, they [tehelka.com] broke the story [of Westend, a sting operation which claimed to expose corruption in defense deals]. All hell broke loose."

Tehelka ran out of money. Rabbi's album was unfinished. Why didn't he approach others? "I'm a lazy bum," Rabbi says, munching on a chocolate almond cake. "I liked Tehelka's maverick way of doing things. I just kept writing more songs, playing more guitar, surfing the Net.
"Struggle is a big word, I didn't have to break my b***s or anything like that," he says. That honesty shone through in his demo. Amitabh Bachchan was one of the first people outside Rabbi's circle of friends to be given a copy, Nobel Laureate Sir V S Naipaul heard him in a car. Rabbi performed at the launch of the Tehelka weekly newspaper.

The demo eventually reached Anand Surapur of Phat Phish records, who signed him on. "I think he (Anand) is also instinctively attracted to de-glamorised real people. That's why we hit it off."

Has glamour changed him? Has his album, being a hit, altered his life?
Not much, he says. Except "my mother, who was very anxious [about his future]. She wanted me to succeed, whatever that means. In her eyes, I am successful. I feel rested."

Rabbi rattles off more unlikely answers. He insists he is "not in the danger of becoming a Bombayite." He considers silence the biggest compliment. "Silence when the other person understands."
Next album? A little way off, he says, "though we have material ready for two more." He wants to play live, and trip on his creative dope — travel.

"Inspiration is a big word. For me, it's the need to write. Solitude is what I require. I get 'stoned' when I go to a new city. It somehow all falls together."

Can honest songwriting jostle for space with the remix rage and overproduced opuscula? Yes, he says. "Record companies need to have conviction. Not go so far away from art."

Thanx to Rediff.com Specials

Rabbism Cant stay without Rabbi himself

How can rabbism be without mr rabbi himself.

Bulla Ki Jaana - Rabbi Shergill (Lyrics)

Na maen momin vich maseet aan Na maen vich kufar diyan reet aan Na maen paakaan vich paleet aan Na maen moosa na pharaun. Bulleh! ki jaana maen kaun Na maen andar ved kitaab aan, Na vich bhangaan na sharaab aan Na vich rindaan masat kharaab aan Na vich jaagan na vich saun. Bulleh! ki jaana maen kaun. Na vich shaadi na ghamnaaki Na maen vich paleeti paaki Na maen aabi na maen khaki Na maen aatish na maen paun Bulleh!, ki jaana maen kaun Na maen arabi na lahori Na maen hindi shehar nagauri Na hindu na turak peshawri Na maen rehnda vich nadaun Bulla, ki jaana maen kaun Na maen bheth mazhab da paaya Ne maen aadam havva jaaya Na maen apna naam dharaaya Na vich baitthan na vich bhaun Bulleh , ki jaana maen kaun Avval aakhir aap nu jaana Na koi dooja hor pehchaana Maethon hor na koi siyaana Bulla! ooh khadda hai kaun Bulla, ki jaana maen kaun

Not a believer inside the mosque, am I Nor a pagan disciple of false rites Not the pure amongst the impure Neither Moses, nor the Pharoh Bulleh! to me, I am not known Not in the holy Vedas, am I Nor in opium, neither in wine Not in the drunkard`s craze Niether awake, nor in a sleeping daze Bulleh! to me, I am not known In happiness nor in sorrow, am I Neither clean, nor a filthy mire Not from water, nor from earth Neither fire, nor from air, is my birth Bulleh! to me, I am not known Not an Arab, nor Lahori Neither Hindi, nor Nagauri Hindu, Turk (Muslim), nor Peshawari Nor do I live in Nadaun Bulleh! to me, I am not known Secrets of religion, I have not known From Adam and Eve, I am not born I am not the name I assume Not in stillness, nor on the move Bulleh! to me, I am not known I am the first, I am the last None other, have I ever known I am the wisest of them all Bulleh! do I stand alone? Bulleh! to me, I am not known

"Bulla ki jaana" - orginally sung by Baba Bulleh Shah, new rendition by Rabbi Shergill

Tere Bin - Rabbi Shergill (Lyrics)

A Decent Enuf Translation of one of the finest track of Rabbi.

tere bin / besides you

sanu sohnia / my love

koi hor nahio labhna / i shan't find another

jo dave / who'll give

ruh nu sakun / peace to my soul

chukke jo nakhra mera / and indulge me

ve main sare ghumm ke vekhia / i have gone and seen it all

amrika , roos, malaysia / america, russia, malaysiana

kittey vi koi fark si / there wasn't any difference

har kise di koi shart si / they all had some condition

koi mangda mera si sama / some asked for my time

koi hunda surat te fida / some were fascinated with my face

koi mangda meri si vafa / some demanded my fidelity

na koi mangda merian bala / none wanted my demons

tere bin / besides you

hor na kise / no one else

mangni merian bala / wanted my demons

tere bin / besides you

hor na kise / no one else

karni dhup vich chhan / shall shade me in the sun

jiven rukia / (the) way you paused

si tun zara / slightly

nahion bhulna / i shan't forget

main sari umar / all my life

jiven akhia si akhan chura / you said, looking away

"rovenga sanu yad kar" / "you shall weep in my memory"

hasia si main hasa ajeeb / i laughed a strange laugh

(par) tu nahi si hasia / but you didn't

dil vich tera jo raaz si / you had a secret in your heart

mainu tu kyon ni dasia / why didn't you tell me

tere bin / besides you

sanu eh raz / none shall tell this

kise hor nahion dasna / secret to me

tere bin / besides you

peerh da ilaaj / what druid

kis vaid kolon labhna / has the cure to my ills

milia si ajj mainu / i found today

tera ik patra / a note of yours

likhia si jis 'te / on which you had scribbeled

tun shayr varey shah da / a varis shah couplet

park ke si osnu / upon reading which

hanjnu ik duliya / a teardrop fell

akhan 'ch band si / what was locked in the eye

seh raaz ajj khulia / was revealed today

ki tere bin / that other than you

eh mere hanjnu / these tears of mine

kise hor / won't be kissed by

nahio chumna / none else

ki tere bin / that other than you

eh mere hanjhu / these tears of mine

mitti vich rulnha / will wither in the dust

UPDATE: More discussion about this song and it's meaning at this post.

Gill te Guitar - Rabbi Shergill (Lyrics)

Here's a Summer of 69-ish number from the first true Indian Brand in Music. Mind you, I'm not suggesting replications, I'm suggesting genres.

Ek minute ek minute paaji shuru ton... 1, 2, 3, 4... ve yaar mere kade sege tin chaar katthe ched dey si kudiyaan katthe Khaadi assan maar Pehlaan Pallaa gaya phir aeru gaya baar hun saanga vi dubai bache gill te guitar palle te meri kismat si buri assi firde rahe par na manni koi kudi bhave kahk si kaj si (?) sannu si nasha Kadde hovange kalle sanu ki pata ve yaar mere kade sege tin chaar katthe ched dey si kudiyaan katthe Khaadi assan maar Pehlaan Pallaa gaya phir aeru gaya baar hun saanga vi dubai bache gill te guitar Aeru si lammba main si chotta main si bahutaan kharab oh zara si thoda uddon lad ke kai din na assan bolnaa hun chah ke vi milda na dukh kholna mileyaa kal ik raahi mainu kehndaa gal sun meri tu khol kann jaddon na kujh agge disse tahiyon bandaa vekhe picche sanga apna si bandaa tagraa kade darr na fikar udde nede lagaa bare din baad kal aaya udda phone si kehndaa din taan lang jaada ae par shaam nai ve yaar mere kade seege tin chaar katthe ched dey si kudiyaan katthe Khaadi assan maar Pehlaan Pallaa gaya phir aeru gaya baar hun saanga vi dubai bache gill te guitar ve yaar mere ve yaar mere ve yaar mere ve yaar mere

one min bro let's do it from the start... 1, 2, 3, 4... We were 3-4 friends We used to flirt with girls together And got beaten up together Palla went First Aeru followed Now Sanga is moving to Dubai Left: Gill and Guitar Palla and I had terrible luck We went around but found no gal /** I don't know **/ We were intoxicated That one day we'll be alone We didn't know We were 3-4 friends We used to flirt with girls together And got beaten up together Palla went First Aeru followed Now Sanga is moving to Dubai Left: Gill and Guitar Aeru was tall and I was short I was very evil, he was lesser We used to fight and not talk for days Now we can't share grief even when we want I met a vagrant yesterday He said, listen to me, open your ears When you can't see what's ahead you turn to see what's gone by Sanga was a strong man Fear or worry never came near him He called me yesterday, after a long time Said that the days pass through But the evenings don't We were 3-4 friends We used to flirt with girls together And got beaten up together Palla went First Aeru followed Now Sanga is moving to Dubai Left: Gill and Guitar Oh, my friends... Oh, my friends... Oh, my friends... Oh, my friends...

Goddamnit Rabbi, you rock dude. Let me spell it for you. R-O-C-K

Credits -

AJ for the song
Harsi for the words

Jungi - Rabbi Shergill (Lyrics)

After this blog was made i was been given duty to keep it updated, though cuz of some problems couldnt get much time to start with it, but ill try now to keep it updated and make the rabbism alive.

...Background speech by A B Vajpayee...

Jugni dekhan chali desh....
Jide janmay si kadi ved...
jidon kadyaa si angrez...
Ki banyaa usdaa....
Ki banyaa usdaa haal....
kede kite usne kamaal...

vir meryaa ve jugni....
vir meryaa ve jugni kehndi aa....
ek raah nawe aaj pandi hain..

...Agressive speech about killing in Kashmir by someone

Jugni jaa wadi kashmir ....
jithe roz maran das vee..
soni behnaa te sone veer..
oooo ro ro poochna..
ke jaghda tayi mukhnna...
jedo jhelum paani sukhnaa

vir meryaa ve jugni....
vir meryaa ve jugni kehndi aa....
ek neer nawe aaj behndi hain..

...A punjabi news item....in background

jugni jaa wadi punjab....
jithe padhe likhe bekaar...
bech zameenaa jaawen baahar...
uthe maaran jaadho....
uthe gori lain vewha..
peeche tabar take raah..

vir meryaa ve jugni....
vir meryaa ve jugni kehndi aa....
ek nayi udhari lendi aa....

...Background....a talk between match fixers..about satta..

Jugni jaa wadi bambai..
jithe sonda koi nahi...
sab labban cheez koi ....
kis kise noooo labbe...
jeno labbe woh bechain....
mathe matke uske pain...???

vir meryaa ve jugni....
vir meryaa ve jugni kehndi aa....
ek sah safar daa lendi aa....

...News item in background

jugni jaa wadi aaj dilli,,,,
uthe bheed ch ral ki bhuli..
kitho aayi teh kithe chali...
sab basar gaya...
jeddon aaya usno cheta...
taaki mukhea thaa usdaa belaaa....

vir meryaa ve jugni....
vir meryaa ve jugni kehndi aa....
aaj naam guraa daan lehendi aa.......

---Background...AB Vajpayee speech....

Here we go...