Cheenoarab Hamara Song
                    Duration: 00:03:58; Aspect Ratio: 1.368:1; Lightness: 0.187; Volume: 0.258; Cuts per Minute: 5.278; Words per Minute: 60.321
Summary: Excerpts: song from the film 
Phir Subah Hogi (1958) directed by Ramesh Saigal
 Lyrics: Sahir Ludhianvi
Singer: Mukesh
Composer: Khayyam
  
                    
                        
                            
                            Cheen-o-Arab humaara’ song for the film Phir Subha Hogi(1958) was a satirical take on two of Iqbal’s poems, ‘Taraana-e-Hind’ (Anthem of Hindustaan) and ‘Taraana-e-Milli’ (Anthem of the Community).
Oh dada, why are you sleeping here?
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housing1
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            Where's your room?
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            Where's your home?
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            Home's been sealed, sir.
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            I tried hard, but couldn't pay the rent.
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            Then go to some hotel. Sleeping here is forbidden.
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            Sir, I don't have a penny in my pocket. See.
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            Are you leaving or should I lock you up?
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            Where can I go sir?
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            Such a big world out there! Go anywhere! Get up!
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            China and Arabia may be ours,
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            and Hindustan too;
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            but we have no home to go to;
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            all the world belongs to us.
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            China and Arabia may be ours,
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            but we have no home to go to:
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            all the world belongs to us.
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            and Hindustan too;
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            Evicted from our hovels,
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            not even benches for rest;
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            our weary caravan now roams
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            this city’s streets, forlorn.
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            Our pockets are empty;
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            why else would we be abused
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            by our very own sentries
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            by our very own sentinels?
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            All the buildings in this city
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            are usurped by the wealthy.
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            Only Bombay’s foot-paths
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            remain our true homesteads.
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            Wayward ascetics, we
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            come to Bori Bunder to rest,
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            every coolie here
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            is our confidant.
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            China and Arabia may be ours,
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            and Hindustan too;
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            but we have no home to go to:
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            all the world belongs to us.
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            Arre... will our situation ever improve?
Or will it always be so scant?
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            We may be ill and listless,
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            still, our blood runs thick.
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            Every youth in our country
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            Together shall we fashion
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            a homeland to marvel,
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            the world will regard us
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            with jaws dropped in awe.
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            housing1
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            China and Arabia may be ours,
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            and Hindustan too; but
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            we have no home to go to:
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            all the world belongs to us.
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            China and Arabia may be ours
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            and Hindustan too
                        
 
                    
                        
                            
                            All the world belongs to us
                        
 
                    
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