Nar Bait, Akhtar Chanal Zahri (Coke Studio Season 4 Audio / Video)
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Song Review:
Akhtar Chanal Zehri brings the vibrant rhythms of Balochistan to Coke Studio with “Nar Bait”. A traditional folk song, glorifying a legendary warrior, “Nar Bait” illustrates the unique identity of Balochi culture. This ancient indigenous style of music employs vocal accents in conjunction with percussive elements to enhance the rhythmic pattern of the groove. The House Band embraces the immense challenge of aligning musically with the pulsating Balochi beat and the natural outcome is inspired and unforced.
Lyrics
NAR BAIT – AKHTAR CHANAL ZAHRI
Title: Naṛ Bait – نڑ بیت – Heroic Ballad
Language: Brahui, Balochi
Poetry: Reki (reworked by Mir Abd ur-Rahman Kurd), Ustaad Ishaq Soz & Sherzaad
جی با ترا
ji ba tra
live long!
مونی روانے سنگتس
moni rawaane sangatas
a friend advances forth
کہسار نا زوراورے
kohsaara na zoraaware
the robust son of the mountains
مستِ گنوکِ عشق ٹی
mast-i ganok-i ishqa ṭi
crazed and frenzied in passion
ترندے او بیحد خودسرِ
trunde o behad khudsare
fiery and greatly obstinate
مرگان زندان بے سما
margaan zindaan be-sama
uncaring of life or death
ارزان او بالاترے
irzaan o baalaatare
he is utterly free of fear
شکرا اسے شہباز سے
shikra ase shahbaaz se
like the hawk, like the royal falcon
گھٹ گراتا شہپرے
ghaṭṭo garaata shahpare
the proud moustache of insuperable mountains
مونی تلاران شمتیاں
moni talaaraan shamtiyaan
in a cleft between the hills
تینکن گدانس بش کرے
tenkin gidanas bash kare
he erected for himself a tent
شاغا نگا او سنگتا
shaagha niga o sangata
he cast a glance towards his friend
مونے تینا برزا کرے
mone tena burza kare
he raised his face upwards
دے پائے شعرس متکنو
de paae shairas mutkuno
(asking) who will tell an ancient tale?
پابو سرونزی ءِ برے
paabo sironzi e bare
tell the siroz-player to come
شعرس خلے او مستنا
shairas khalle o mustana
recite a tale of bygone days
اینو ںنے دے دیگرے
aino nane de deegare
it’s nearly evening so our day’s at an end
پھگہ نوا وارس برے
phaggae nawa waaras bare
on the morrow, perhaps we’ll get a chance
اے جی با ترا
e ji ba tra
O, may you live you long!
جی با ترا میریں بلوچ جی با ترا
ji ba tra meeren baloch ji ba tra
live long, lords of the Baloch land, live long!
ورنا گچینے سبھرے
warna gichene sabbhare
the youth is fine and muscular
مردی ٹی او گوئے درے
mardi ṭi o goe dare
in valiant manliness, he’s won the race
دشمن تون تنیا جنگ کرے
dushman ton tanya jang kare
against the enemy, he battled unaided
مش تے دتر تون رنگ کرے
mash te ditar taun rang kare
the mountains did he dye with blood
دیئس خنا اوکاٹما
deyas khana o kaaṭuma
then he witnessed overhead
اورہ گروکو جھمرے
oorae giroko jhammare
the crack of lightning, the roar of clouds
ریکی نا شعر استا برے
reki na shair usta bare
Reki’s lines are brought to mind
اینو ںنے دے دیگرے
aino nane de deegare
it’s nearly evening so our day’s at an end
پھگہ نوا وارس برے
phaggae nawa waaras bare
on the morrow, perhaps we’ll get a chance
جی
ji
live
جی با ترا
ji ba tra
live long!
زیبا او سبھّر نوجوان
zeba o sabbhar naujawaan
the handsome and robust youth
مونی غذا کن مس روان
moni ghiza kin mas rawaan
proceeds forth to war
کوپہ ٹی سی جلما قرآن
kopae ṭi si julma quraan
on his shoulder, he carries the thirty parts of the Quran
ناموسُ غیرت نا نشان
naamoos-o ghairat na nishaan
the emblem of honour and decorum
جانا کرے تیر و کمان
jaana kare teer o kamaan
he armed himself with the arrow and the bow
پوجاتے گیرا ناگمان
poujaate gera naagumaan
he suddenly laid siege to the army of the foe
سنگر کرے برزا شمان
sangar kare burza shamaan
he raised stone entrenchments in the mountain cleft
سم تاتہ درز درز و شلان
sum taatae draz draz o shalaan
such a rapid fire of arrows he poured down
پور کوچہ مس دنزو مچان
purr koochae mas danzo mujaan
the whole plain became foggy with clouds of dust
ورنا نا زورو داشتان
warna na zoro daashitaan
the young man has power and commands fear
دشمن خلیس تما نتا
dushman khalees tamma nata
the enemy fell at his feet in terror
شاباس کرے تن آسمان
shaabaas kare tan aasamaan
the heavens also applauded him
جی
ji
live
جی با ترا
ji ba tra
live long!
ارے دنیا ٹی اعلیٰ شان
are dunya ṭi aalaashaan
in the world, its splendour is paramount
ننا زیبا بلوچستان
nana zeba balochistaan
our beautiful Balochistan
غریب اوٹی ارے شادان
ghareeb oṭi are shaadaan
even the poor who live here are full of cheer
ننا زیبا بلوچستان
nana zeba balochistaan
our beautiful Balochistan
اورک مشتا بلندی ءِ
urak mashta bulandi e
behold the height of the mountain peaks
اورک جھلتا روانی ءِ
urak jhalta rawaani e
behold the force of the mountain streams
ہنینُ دیک تہ شادان
hanen-o deek tae shaadaan
sweeter are the waters even than honey
ننا زیبا بلوچستان
nana zeba balochistaan
our beautiful Balochistan
ہتم نا وخت برساتے
hatam na wakht barsaate
rainfall in the time of spring
اورک قدرت نا رنگاتے
urak qudrat na rangaate
behold the colours of creation
پھلا کو ہر طرف تعلان
phulla ko har taraf t’aalaan
flowers are spread all around
ننا زیبا بلوچستان
nana zeba balochistaan
our beautiful Balochistan
قطارے ارنی کونجاتا
qataare urni koonjaate
look at the flock of cranes
ککو طوطی او سے سوتا
kakkau toti o sesoota
of parrots and of partridges
اورک بالے تا نی برزاں
urak baale ta ni burzaan
see how they fly above your head
ننا زیبا بلوچستان
nana zeba balochistaan
our beautiful Balochistan
ارے دنیا ٹی اعلیٰ شان
are dunya ṭi aala-shaan
in the world, its splendour is paramount
ننا زیبا بلوچستان
nana zeba balochistaan
our beautiful Balochistan
جی با ترا
ji ba tra
live long!
ماسیں وطن آکان تئی
maase watan aakaan tai
O motherland, the grains of your soil
چماں وتی سرمگ کناں
chammaan wati surmag kanaan
I use as kohl to adorn my eyes
سا او نپس گوں زاگُ مال
sa o napas gon zaago maal
life and breath along with kin and wealth
پرتو دیاں ماسیں وطن
partau diyaan maase watan
to you I devote, O motherland
سرینا بے بندیت چاکری
srena be bandet chaakari
like Mir Chakar (the great warrior), gird up your loins
او چاکری ولو پداں
o chaakari wallo padaan
O you from the line of Mir Chakar
میراث نہ اینت کسی وطن
meeraas naint kasse watan
this land’s not the legacy of anyone, it’s yours
پرتو میران ماسیں وطن
partau meraan maase watan
for you I’ll die, O motherland
جی با ترا
ji ba tra
live long!
جے جن منی دریں مزار
jai jan mani durren mazaar
rise up! my precious pearl! my lion!
او نوک نیالُ نوک بروت
o nok niyaal-o nok barot
O newly-sprouted and newly-whiskered youth!
جی او
ji o
live long!
