Gore Gal Utte Neel Piya

(Sirdhool Sikandher)

Another beautiful song by Sirdhool Sikandher. The lyrics are very poetic, using alot of the very typical punjabi song similies (kala poour and gulabi phul, amabran nu angardai, kali gut and sap) but also some atypical similies (binna kajle di akhan kajliyaan, dhamala pave laal kagra). The subject is the delicate beauty of this punjabi woman - but rather than say that he says that he threw a flower at her and it bruised her cheek (gore gal utte neel piya). Its a really beautiful song to listen to once you know the lyrics.

CHORUS: Hase naal se jalaava phul mariya Gore gal utte neel piya Jiven surma sindhoor vich khilariya Gore gal utte neel piya Kala poour ju gulabi phul utte beh gaya (hoye hoye hoye hoye) Jiven puniya de chan vich daag pe gaya (hoye hoye hoye hoye) Jirda sade kolon janda na savariya Binna kajale di akhan kajliyan teriya Aj ambaran nu laun angardaiyan teriya Tera rang-roop Rab ne nikhariya Kale pouran diyan jeeban utte sap lard gaye Chunni vekh ke phisaliyan de te tham char gaye Tuha Phulan ne machiye haal pariya Jiven koomda hava de vich laal kaghara Jadon nachdi, dhamala pave laal kagra Kali gutt ne sapan da roop tariya

In jest (hase naal) I threw a flower (phul) It made a bruise (neel) on her fair (gore) cheek (gal) Like surma (black eyeliner) spread in red poweder (sindhoor) It made a bruise on her fair cheek Like a black (kala) bee (poour) sitting on a pink (gulabi) flower Like a stain (daag) on the face of the full moon (purnima chand) That which (jirda) I can not make go away (savariya=decorate, make it look good again) Without (binna) eyeliner (kajal), your eyes (akhan) are lined. Today (aj) when you stretch (angardai), you touch the sky (ambar) Your beauty (rang-roop) God (Rab) has decorated (nikhariya) (not sure of this one, my interpretation) The black bees were speechless, as if a snake (sap) had bit their tongue (jeeban) On seeing your bruise, the phisaliyan(?) hearts stopped (tham char gaye) Even the flowers (phulan) cried with pain (tuha) The way the red (laal) skirt (kagra) twirls in the air (hava) When (Jadon) she dances (nachdi), the red skirt dances the dhamaal too, And the black (kali) braid (gutt) takes on the form of a snake (sap)