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Friday, August 12, 2011

Saare Jahan Se Achchha: gift for Independence day

This post is a gift to Indian all over the world on the eve of 64th Independence day celebrations. This post has the lyrics of the song in Hindi, Urdu, Roman with translation. Also audio and video links attached. Happy Independence Day!





  Saare Jahan Se Achchha 
 
Music has all the power and can do wonders which the science is proving today.

But India the land of music has proved it much earlier that music has the power to change the nature and God also likes good music. Miyan Tansen (popular as Tansen) one of the greatest musicians of the world from India has the power to call for rain through his Raga Megh Malhar, control animals and it is also said that at times when Tansen used to sing in the courts of Akbar the great the candles use to light-up on their own.  



During the freedom struggle music became one of the main motivational force bring all the patriots eventually.



Thus is the year 1904 a weekly journal Ittehad printed a poem on 16 August which became Tarana-E-Hind. This song knitted the whole of India in one rosary and still is the most popular song after 107 years. This song is ode to old Hindustan of which Bangladesh, Pakistan and India were on the whole one part. Though this song was written as poem for the children but with the span of time has become the Anthem of the People of Hindustan. The song was sung by the lyricist Allama Mohammad Iqbal at the Government College, Lahore (now part of Pakistan) as Saare Jahan Se Achchha... (Urdu:سارے جہاں سے اچھا). Iqbal the lecturer at the Government College, Lahore was requested by Lala Har Dayal to preside over the function and instead of delivering a speech Iqbal sung this song. This song was published in Bang-i-dara an Urdu book published in 1924.



This song has not only has elegiac qualities but has made the Hindus and the Muslims to unite in greater extent. This song was sung by Mahatma Gandhi many times when he was imprisoned in the Yerawada Jail in Pune in the 1930s.



Here are the lyrics as a gift on the eve of Independence Day


In Urdu script:

سارے جہاں سے اچھا ہندوستاں ہمارا



ہم بلبليں ہيں اس کی، يہ گلستاں ہمارا



غربت ميں ہوں اگر ہم، رہتا ہے دل وطن ميں



سمجھو وہيں ہميں بھی، دل ہو جہاں ہمارا



پربت وہ سب سے اونچا، ہمسايہ آسماں کا



وہ سنتری ہمارا، وہ پاسباں ہمارا



گودی ميں کھيلتی ہيں اس کي ہزاروں ندياں



گلشن ہے جن کے دم سے رشک جاناں ہمارا



اے آب رود گنگا، وہ دن ہيں ياد تجھ کو؟



اترا ترے کنارے جب کارواں ہمارا



مذہب نہيں سکھاتا آپس ميں بير رکھنا



ہندی ہيں ہم وطن ہے ہندوستاں ہمارا



يونان و مصر و روما سب مٹ گئے جہاں سے



اب تک مگر ہے باقی نام و نشاں ہمارا



کچھ بات ہے کہ ہستی مٹتی نہيں ہماری



صديوں رہا ہے دشمن دور زماں ہمارا



  اقبال! کوئي محرم اپنا نہيں جہاں ميں



معلوم کيا کسی کو درد نہاں ہمارا





In Hindi Script:

सारे जहाँ से अच्छा हिन्दोस्तान हमारा
हम बुलबुले है इसकी ये गुलसिता हमारा ॥धृ॥

घुर्बत मे हो अगर हम रहता है दिल वतन मे
समझो वही हमे भी दिल है जहाँ हमारा ॥१॥

परबत वो सब से ऊंचा हमसाय आसमाँ का
वो संतरी हमारा वो पासबा हमारा ।२॥

गोदी मे खेलती है इसकी हजारो नदिया
गुलशन है जिनके दम से रश्क-ए-जना हमारा ।३॥

ए अब रौद गंगा वो दिन है याद तुझको
उतर तेरे किनारे जब कारवाँ हमारा ॥४॥

मझहब नही सिखाता आपस मे बैर रखना
हिन्दवी है हम वतन है हिन्दोस्तान हमारा ॥५॥

युनान-ओ-मिस्र-ओ-रोमा सब मिल गये जहाँ से
अब तक मगर है बांकी नामो-निशान हमारा ॥६॥

कुछ बात है की हस्ती मिटती नही हमारी
सदियो रहा है दुश्मन दौर-ए-जमान हमारा ॥७॥

इक़्बाल कोइ मेहरम अपना नही जहाँ मे
मालूम क्या किसी को दर्द-ए-निहा हमारा ॥८॥



Roman Transliteration

sāre jahān se acchā hindostān hamārā

 ham bulbulain hai is ki, yeh gulsitān hamārā



ghurbat men hon agar ham, rahta hai dil vatan men

 samjho vahīn hamen bhī, dil hain jahān hamārā



parbat voh sab se ūnchā, hamsāya āsmān ka

 voh santari hamārā, voh pāsbān hamārā



godi men kheltī hain is ki hazāron nadiyā

 gulshan hai jin ke dam se, rashk-e-janān hamārā



aye āb, raud, ganga, voh din hen yād tujhko

 utarā tere kināre, jab kārvān hamārā



maz'hab nahīn sikhātā āpas men bayr rakhnā

 hindvi hai ham, vatan hai hindostān hamārā



yūnān-o-misr-o-romā, sab mi gaye jahān se

 ab tak magar hai bāqi, nām-o-nishān hamārā



kuch bāt hai keh hastī, miati nahīn hamārī

 sadiyon rahā hai dushman, daur-e-zamān hamārā



iqbal ko'ī meharam, apnā nahīn jahān men

 m'alūm kya kisī ko, dard-e-nihān hamārā





Translation

Better than the entire world, is our Hindustan,

 We are its nightingales, and it (is) our garden abode



If we are in an alien place, the heart remains in the homeland,

 Know us to be only there where our heart is.



That tallest mountain, that shade-sharer of the sky,

 It (is) our sentry, it (is) our watchman



In its lap frolic those thousands of rivers,

 Whose vitality makes our garden the envy of Paradise.



O the flowing waters of the Ganges, do you remember that day

 When our caravan first disembarked on your waterfront?



Religion does not teach us to bear ill-will among ourselves

 We are of Hind, our homeland is Hindustan.



In a world in which ancient Greece, Egypt, and Rome have all vanished without trace

 Our own attributes (name and sign) live on today.



Such is our existence that it cannot be erased

 Even though, for centuries, the cycle of time has been our enemy.



Iqbal! We have no confidence in this world

 What does any one know of our hidden pain?
 

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