Auld Lang Syne, TAKE A WALK DOWN MELODY LANE... Options

[SAJDAH]

“Re Moorakh Kis Baat Par Karta Hain Abhimaan? / Tujhse Kitne Chal Base Raha Na Naam-o-Nishaan!”

Movie – Bhakt Puran
Music- Chitragupt

"Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,
He passes from life to his rest in the grave.

The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade,
Be scattered around, and together be laid;
And the young and the old, the low and the high,
Shall molder to dust, and together shall lie.

The infant a mother attended and loved;
The mother that infant's affection who proved;
The husband, that mother and infant who blessed;
Each, all, are away to their dwelling of rest.

The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye,
Shone beauty and pleasure - her triumphs are by;
And the memory of those who loved her and praised,
Are alike from the minds of the living erased.

The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne,
The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn,
The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave,
Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave.

The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap,
The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep,
The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread,
Have faded away like the grass that we tread.

The saint, who enjoyed the communion of Heaven,
The sinner, who dared to remain unforgiven,
The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just,
Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust.

So the multitude goes - like the flower or the weed
That withers away to let others succeed;
So the multitude comes - even those we behold,
To repeat every tale that has often been told.

For we are the same that our fathers have been;
We see the same sights that our fathers have seen;
We drink the same stream, we feel the same sun,
And run the same course that our fathers have run.

The thoughts we are thinking, our fathers would think;
From the death we are shrinking, our fathers would shrink;
To the life we are clinging, they also would cling -
But it speeds from us all like a bird on the wing.

They loved - but the story we cannot unfold;
They scorned - but the heart of the haughty is cold;
They grieved - but no wail from their slumber will come;
They joyed - but the tongue of their gladness is dumb.

They died - aye, they died - we things that are now,
That walk on the turf that lies over their brow,
And make in their dwellings a transient abode,
Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage road.

Yea, hope and despondency, pleasure and pain,
Are mingled together in sunshine and rain;
And the smile and the tear, the song and the dirge,
Still follow each other, like surge upon surge.

'Tis the wink of an eye - 'tis the draught of a breath -
From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,
From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud
Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?"
Mortality -William Knox (1789-1825)

Duration - 03:16
Bitrate-128 kbps
Format-MP3

“For when the One Great Scorer comes
To mark against your name,
He writes -not that you won or lost-
But how you played the game.”
- Grantland Rice ( From the poem “Alumnus Football” )



Yes, i know the poem is long and most of you would rather skip it, all the same it's good for us - rather like castor oil.

[myawan]

Thanks for the selfless effort Sajdah! Your dedication to this group is awesome!

[surhall]

“Re Moorakh Kis Baat Par Karta Hain Abhimaan? / Tujhse Kitne Chal Base Raha Na Naam-o-Nishaan!”

Movie – Bhakt Puran
Music- Chitragupt

"Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,
He passes from life to his rest in the grave.

The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade,
Be scattered around, and together be laid;
And the young and the old, the low and the high,
Shall molder to dust, and together shall lie.

The infant a mother attended and loved;
The mother that infant's affection who proved;
The husband, that mother and infant who blessed;
Each, all, are away to their dwelling of rest.

The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye,
Shone beauty and pleasure - her triumphs are by;
And the memory of those who loved her and praised,
Are alike from the minds of the living erased.

The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne,
The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn,
The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave,
Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave.

The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap,
The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep,
The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread,
Have faded away like the grass that we tread.

The saint, who enjoyed the communion of Heaven,
The sinner, who dared to remain unforgiven,
The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just,
Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust.

So the multitude goes - like the flower or the weed
That withers away to let others succeed;
So the multitude comes - even those we behold,
To repeat every tale that has often been told.

For we are the same that our fathers have been;
We see the same sights that our fathers have seen;
We drink the same stream, we feel the same sun,
And run the same course that our fathers have run.

The thoughts we are thinking, our fathers would think;
From the death we are shrinking, our fathers would shrink;
To the life we are clinging, they also would cling -
But it speeds from us all like a bird on the wing.

They loved - but the story we cannot unfold;
They scorned - but the heart of the haughty is cold;
They grieved - but no wail from their slumber will come;
They joyed - but the tongue of their gladness is dumb.

They died - aye, they died - we things that are now,
That walk on the turf that lies over their brow,
And make in their dwellings a transient abode,
Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage road.

Yea, hope and despondency, pleasure and pain,
Are mingled together in sunshine and rain;
And the smile and the tear, the song and the dirge,
Still follow each other, like surge upon surge.

'Tis the wink of an eye - 'tis the draught of a breath -
From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,
From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud
Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?"
Mortality -William Knox (1789-1825)

Duration - 03:16
Bitrate-128 kbps
Format-MP3

“For when the One Great Scorer comes
To mark against your name,
He writes -not that you won or lost-
But how you played the game.”
- Grantland Rice ( From the poem “Alumnus Football” )



Yes, i know the poem is long and most of you would rather skip it, all the same it's good for us - rather like castor oil.

VERY GOOD SONG THANKS
DHALL

[sanjkash]

Yes, i know the poem is long and most of you would rather skip it, all the same it's good for us - rather like castor oil.

Sajdah,
Love your way.
Many Thanks.
Sanjay

[Binod]

“Re Moorakh Kis Baat Par Karta Hain Abhimaan? / Tujhse Kitne Chal Base Raha Na Naam-o-Nishaan!”

Movie – Bhakt Puran
Music- Chitragupt

"Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,
He passes from life to his rest in the grave.

The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade,
Be scattered around, and together be laid;
And the young and the old, the low and the high,
Shall molder to dust, and together shall lie.

The infant a mother attended and loved;
The mother that infant's affection who proved;
The husband, that mother and infant who blessed;
Each, all, are away to their dwelling of rest.

The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye,
Shone beauty and pleasure - her triumphs are by;
And the memory of those who loved her and praised,
Are alike from the minds of the living erased.

The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne,
The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn,
The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave,
Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave.

The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap,
The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep,
The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread,
Have faded away like the grass that we tread.

The saint, who enjoyed the communion of Heaven,
The sinner, who dared to remain unforgiven,
The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just,
Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust.

So the multitude goes - like the flower or the weed
That withers away to let others succeed;
So the multitude comes - even those we behold,
To repeat every tale that has often been told.

For we are the same that our fathers have been;
We see the same sights that our fathers have seen;
We drink the same stream, we feel the same sun,
And run the same course that our fathers have run.

The thoughts we are thinking, our fathers would think;
From the death we are shrinking, our fathers would shrink;
To the life we are clinging, they also would cling -
But it speeds from us all like a bird on the wing.

They loved - but the story we cannot unfold;
They scorned - but the heart of the haughty is cold;
They grieved - but no wail from their slumber will come;
They joyed - but the tongue of their gladness is dumb.

They died - aye, they died - we things that are now,
That walk on the turf that lies over their brow,
And make in their dwellings a transient abode,
Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage road.

Yea, hope and despondency, pleasure and pain,
Are mingled together in sunshine and rain;
And the smile and the tear, the song and the dirge,
Still follow each other, like surge upon surge.

'Tis the wink of an eye - 'tis the draught of a breath -
From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,
From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud
Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?"
Mortality -William Knox (1789-1825)

Duration - 03:16
Bitrate-128 kbps
Format-MP3

“For when the One Great Scorer comes
To mark against your name,
He writes -not that you won or lost-
But how you played the game.”
- Grantland Rice ( From the poem “Alumnus Football” )



Yes, i know the poem is long and most of you would rather skip it, all the same it's good for us - rather like castor oil.

I'm a bit confused. Do mean "cod liver oil?"

Binod.

[venkat]

“Raat Zulm Ki Kat Jayegi / Bhagega Andhiyara / Door Nahin Ujiyara ”

Movie –Amar Shaheed
Music – Jamal Sen

Duration – 02:57
Bitrate – 128 kbps
Format - MP3

Post No. 1308/Page 88: Another very great song! Looks like the Rafi-Jamal Sen combination has never gone wrong even once!

Venkat

[kamalamohanty]

“Re Moorakh Kis Baat Par Karta Hain Abhimaan? / Tujhse Kitne Chal Base Raha Na Naam-o-Nishaan!”

Movie – Bhakt Puran
Music- Chitragupt

"Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,
He passes from life to his rest in the grave.

The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade,
Be scattered around, and together be laid;
And the young and the old, the low and the high,
Shall molder to dust, and together shall lie.

The infant a mother attended and loved;
The mother that infant's affection who proved;
The husband, that mother and infant who blessed;
Each, all, are away to their dwelling of rest.

The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye,
Shone beauty and pleasure - her triumphs are by;
And the memory of those who loved her and praised,
Are alike from the minds of the living erased.

The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne,
The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn,
The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave,
Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave.

The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap,
The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep,
The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread,
Have faded away like the grass that we tread.

The saint, who enjoyed the communion of Heaven,
The sinner, who dared to remain unforgiven,
The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just,
Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust.

So the multitude goes - like the flower or the weed
That withers away to let others succeed;
So the multitude comes - even those we behold,
To repeat every tale that has often been told.

For we are the same that our fathers have been;
We see the same sights that our fathers have seen;
We drink the same stream, we feel the same sun,
And run the same course that our fathers have run.

The thoughts we are thinking, our fathers would think;
From the death we are shrinking, our fathers would shrink;
To the life we are clinging, they also would cling -
But it speeds from us all like a bird on the wing.

They loved - but the story we cannot unfold;
They scorned - but the heart of the haughty is cold;
They grieved - but no wail from their slumber will come;
They joyed - but the tongue of their gladness is dumb.

They died - aye, they died - we things that are now,
That walk on the turf that lies over their brow,
And make in their dwellings a transient abode,
Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage road.

Yea, hope and despondency, pleasure and pain,
Are mingled together in sunshine and rain;
And the smile and the tear, the song and the dirge,
Still follow each other, like surge upon surge.

'Tis the wink of an eye - 'tis the draught of a breath -
From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,
From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud
Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?"
Mortality -William Knox (1789-1825)

Duration - 03:16
Bitrate-128 kbps
Format-MP3

“For when the One Great Scorer comes
To mark against your name,
He writes -not that you won or lost-
But how you played the game.”
- Grantland Rice ( From the poem “Alumnus Football” )



Yes, i know the poem is long and most of you would rather skip it, all the same it's good for us - rather like castor oil.

SAJDAH Jee,

What a beautiful Poetry.

KASH MUJHE BHI POETRY LIKHNA AATA!!

Thanks a lot for the Song & The Poetry.

Kamala Mohanty

[sanjkash]

Sajdah,
Can't thank you enough for what you do for HF.
Sanjay

Friends,
One for WE.
Just love the starting Shehnai, then the "aa aa aa..." in between two stanzas by both and finally "Aaja kabse .." from Rafi. Besides all these, have a feeling of repeat upload (I just hate that feeling), but anyway here it is once again in that case.
Singers: Rafi & Lata
Song: Teri shehnaayi bole (4:19, 128kbps)
Film: Goonj Utji Shehnaayi (1959)
Lyrics: Bharat Vyas
Music: Vasant Desai

Enjoy
Sanjay

[SAJDAH]

Sajdah,
Can't thank you enough for what you do for HF.
Sanjay

Friends,
One for WE.
Just love the starting Shehnai, then the "aa aa aa..." in between two stanzas by both and finally "Aaja kabse .." from Rafi. Besides all these, have a feeling of repeat upload (I just hate that feeling), but anyway here it is once again in that case.
Singers: Rafi & Lata
Song: Teri shehnaayi bole (4:19, 128kbps)
Film: Goonj Utji Shehnaayi (1959)
Lyrics: Bharat Vyas
Music: Vasant Desai

Enjoy
Sanjay

I do too. That's why you won't find a single song repeated on this thread. A good memory is not always a curse.
Thanks a lot for the song ( I love it ! ) - i wonder why more people haven't d/led it. I guess there aren't many takers for the pining away till eternity kinda songs - blame it on the sad state of the world.

[SAJDAH]

"Apni Manzil Apni Duniya"

Movie - Saat Samundar Paar
Music - Chitragupt

Duration-03:26
Bitrate-128 kbps
Format-MP3

[behenji.turned.mod]

err...repeat uploads for the perennially confused n lost like me are a boon

please please...do mention personal favs that u think ppl just must listen to...

i insist its more important to spread joy through good music than to keep track of repeat uploads

ever hopeful

btm

[suhana_safar]

SUPERB!!!!!!!!!!

[Devje]

THANK YOU VERY MUCH TO ALL THE UPLOADERS ...ABOVE ALL SAJDAH JI ....

ALL THE COMPLIMENTS ARE JUSTIFIED.

DEVJI

[sanjkash]

Sajdah, Behenji,
Thanks for your appreciation for the good music (even though it might be a repeat).
Anyway, this allows me to be free of that sort of burden. I will learn not to worry too much for repeats and enjoy more the spreading of the good music.
Sanjay

Friends,
Take this extremely soft and fine song by Rafi. This is from 1970s (can you believe it?)
It resembles to some other Madan Mohan compsoed songs.
Singer: Rafi
Song: Apne rookhasaar (2:15, 128kbps)
Film: Ek Nanhi Munni Ladki Thi (1970)
Lyrics: Asad Bhopali
Music: Ganesh

Enjoy
Sanjay

[simplefable]

Friends,
Take this extremely soft and fine song by Rafi. This is from 1970s (can you believe it?)
It resembles to some other Madan Mohan compsoed songs.
Singer: Rafi
Song: Apne rookhasaar (2:15, 128kbps)
Film: Ek Nanhi Munni Ladki Thi (1970)
Lyrics: Asad Bhopali
Music: Ganesh

Enjoy
Sanjay

Thankyou sanjay for this lovely song..Rafi's Voice sounds absolutely fantastic....this song resmbles Main yeh sochkar...from Haqeeqat in bits....the music is by Madanmohan...