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3 Salan Da Pyar Lyrics By Balraj G Guri

3 Salan Da Pyar Lyrics By Balraj: A Latest Punjabi song in the vocals of Balraj. The heart broken lyrics of the track are penned down by Singh Jeet and musical beats are created by G. Guri.

Song: 3 Salan Da Pyar
Singer: Balraj
Lyrics: Singh Jeet
Music: G. Guri
Directed By: Sandeep Sharma
Music Label: T-Series

3 Salan Da Pyar Lyrics By Balraj

Mainu daru peen taun ronke ni
Nayi banda tera hak kudiye
Je hun lok sharabi kehnde ne
Ehde piche tere hath kudiye

3 salan da pyar paake khoo ni
Visa lag gaya kar gayi tu thoo ni (x2)

Kine tadphe aan tainu main ki dassa vairne
Ni bas gaalan-gulaan kadd gussa maar-murr leya

Ni tu jeho ji kari ae munda zehar pee lave
Ni main taan fer vi sharab peeke saar-soor leya
Jeho ji kari ae munda zehar pee lave
Ni main taan fer vi sharab peeke saar-soor leya

Kamla si main hi teri manni geya sach ni
Do & die wale maarde si gapp ni (x2)

Taan hi gin-gin badle tu laigi mere taun
Main tethon pichle janam hou udhar-udhur leya

Ni tu jeho ji kari ae munda zehar pee lave
Ni main taan fer vi sharab peeke saar-soor leya
Jeho ji kari ae koi zehar pee lave
Ni main taan fer vi sharab peeke saar-soor leya

Ho jithe tur ke ni jaande othe gaddiyan main chaadiyan
Shimle ghumaiyan tainu thandiyan pahadiyan (x2)

Ni mere lagdi hai agg tere baare soch ke
Ni tu kaalja te geeza dovein thaar-thur leya

Ni tu jeho ji kari ae munda zehar pee lave
Ni main taan fer vi sharab peeke saar-soor leya
Jeho ji kari ae koi zehar pee lave
Ni main taan fer vi sharab peeke saar-soor leya

Chaad tiyan khaniyan ni main vi ram toriyan
Singh Jeet patti firre 3-4 goriyan (x2)

Kehn leja chankoiyan nu ja aaja Sydney
Dekh yaara ne recard sirre chaad-chud leya

Ni tu jeho ji kari ae munda zehar pee lave
Ni main taan fer vi sharab peeke saar-soor leya
Jeho ji kari ae koi zehar pee lave
Ni main taan fer vi sharab peek saar-soor leya


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A Ballade of Suicide G K Chesterton

 The gallows in my garden, people say,
 Is new and neat and adequately tall.
 I tie the noose on in a knowing way
 As one that knots his necktie for a ball;
 But just as all the neighbors - on the wall -
 Are drawing a long breath to shout "Hurray!"
 The strangest whim has seized me . . . After all
 I think I will not hang myself to-day.

 To-morrow is the time I get my pay -
 My uncle's sword is hanging in the hall -
 I see a little cloud all pink and gray -
 Perhaps the rector's mother will not call -
 I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall
 That mushrooms could be cooked another way -
 I never read the works of Juvenal -
 I think I will not hang myself to-day.

 The world will have another washing day;
 The decadents decay; the pedants pall;
 And H. G. Wells has found that children play,
 And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall;
 Rationalists are growing rational -
 And through thick woods one finds a stream astray,
 So secret that the very sky seems small -
 I think I will not hang myself to-day.

 ENVOI

 Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,
 The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;
 Even to-day your royal head may fall -
 I think I will not hang myself to-day.

Note:
 The ballade (ba-LAHD, from the French) is a verse form consisting of three
 stanzas of 8 or 10 lines, each with the same metre, rhyme sounds and last
 line. A shorter concluding stanza (an envoi) is usually addressed to a
 prince.

It's not that great a shock to discover a Chesterton poem I haven't read
before - the man was a prolific poet (and writer) after all. Discovering
today's poem did surprise me, though - it's easily good enough, and easily
memorable enough that it should have been one of his popular poems, and
definitely one of his more anthologised ones.

One of the things that I find most noticeable about Chesterton's writing,
both his poetry and his prose, is how 'easy' it is, without any apparent
compromises. Chesterton has the rare talent of being able to write about
weighty matters, utilise a full and complex vocabulary, and nonetheless lead
the reader along effortlessly and indeed almost unnoticingly. Today's poem
illustrates this nicely - there is a surface lightness that bears the
narrative along, counterbalanced by an undercurrent of greyly philosophical
reflection that makes the superficially humorous phrasing "I think I will
not hang myself today" more sincere than flippant.

The repeated rhymes are used to very good effect, lending a cohesion to the
poem that allows the lines themselves to flit from topic to topic without
sounding disconnected. This, in turn, gives the narrator's stream of
consciousness a surprising density, so that the individual glimpses add up
very quickly to a picture of the man and his concerns. And then there's the
startlingly beautiful image in the last two lines:

 And through thick woods one finds a stream astray,
 So secret that the very sky seems small -

one that marks a sudden exaltation in tone from the banality of the earlier
verses, and prepares the way for the stern foreboding of the envoi.

Altogether, a marvellous poem and one I'm pleased to be doing my part to
spread.

martin

[Links]

Wikipedia on the ballade:
 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ballade

And on Chesterton:
 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G.K._Chesterton

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