This is one of the many songs that I like to hum on a rainy day like this. Youtube link to the song : Kachche rang utar jaane do. (Nope, that is not the original video, but I doubt if the song actually has one)
Har roz jab suraj guroob hota, wo usi pul par khadi uska intezaar karti, lekin wo nahi aaya, ek baar fir zindagi ka haath uske haathon se chootne laga, sunset ke rang bhi kitne kachche hote hain
Every day as the sun went down, she would wait at that bridge, but he did not come. Once again life was slipping from her hands, the colors of sunset are not permanent after all.
Kachche rang utar jaane do, mausam hai guzar jaane do
Let the raw (weak, light) colors fade away, they are like a season, let them pass
Seesham ke patton pe paani, boond boond bajta rehta hai
Baarish beet bhi jaaye to , der talak tapka rehta hai
Boondon se bhigo dena, baarishon ki aadat thi, baarishon ki aadat hai
Ye bauchaar guzar jaane do
The water drops keep beating on the leaves of sheesham long after it has rained.
It was the habit of rains to soak everything in water drops, it is still a habit
Let this shower pass
Udte hue sookhe tinko ka, jodna aur pirona kya
Andekh phoolon ka shaakhon pe, hona aur na hona kya
Rang badal lena, mausamon ki aadat thi, mausamon ki aadat hai
Shaakhein khaali kar jaane do
What difference would it make if we lost or collected some of those dried flying twigs
The flowers which no one sees, how does their existence matter
It was the nature of the seasons to change, it still is
Let the season clear the branches
The beauty of this song, I think, lies in the contrasts. The softness and innocence in Suchitra’s voice and the pleasant light musical notes used in the song differ strikingly from the melancholy in Gulzar’s voice and the heaviness of the lyrics and the narrative, and yet when they come together, the blend in perfectly.
A girl waits for her beloved who promised to meet her at sunset. She stands there at the meeting point every evening waiting for him to come, but he never shows up. This song describes few of the zillion things crossing her mind as she waits for him. Love the description of the rains, and how beautifully it compares with the feeling of sadness that accompanies broken promises. Just like water droplets from heavy rains, tears keep flowing long after the moment of sadness has passed, but that is how dismal feelings are and like the rains they will pass too. And like dried twigs in the fall and unnoticed flowers in spring are pointless, so are the promises that are not kept, and the people who you know will never come back. It is in their nature to change and move on. So there is no point clinging on to them, it is best to let them go. When the branches let go their leaves in autumn, only then can they have new ones in the spring, relationships are no different..