Tum jiyo hazaro saal lyrics | Asha Bhosle | Sujata | 1959

“Tum Jiyo Hazaron Saal” is a beloved Hindi song from the 1959 film Sujata, beautifully rendered by the legendary playback singer Asha Bhosle. With lyrics penned by the celebrated poet Majrooh Sultanpuri and music composed by the iconic S.D. Burman, the song remains a heartfelt expression of blessings and affection, capturing the essence of timeless love and well-wishing.

Song Details

  • Title: Tum Jiyo Hazaron Saal

  • Film: Sujata (1959)

  • Singer: Asha Bhosle

  • Music Director: S.D. Burman

  • Lyricist: Majrooh Sultanpuri

  • Music Label: Saregama India Ltd.

 

Tum jiyo hazaro saal lyrics | Asha Bhosle | Sujata | 1959

Tum jiyo hazaaron saal,
Saal ke din ho pachaas hazaar
Tum jiyo hazaaron saal,
Saal ke din ho pachaas hazaar

Suraj roz aata rahe,
Roz gaata rahe,
Leke kiranon ke mele
Palachhin kaliyan gin gin tera har din,
Tab tak rangon se khelen
Rang jab tak baaki hai, bahaaron mein

Tum jiyo hazaaron saal,
Saal ke din ho pachaas hazaar
Tum jiyo hazaaron saal,
Saal ke din ho pachaas hazaar

Yahaan vahaan,
Shaam ho chaahe jahaan,
Yoon hi jhoome shamaa
Sun ke tumhaari baatein
Pyaar liye, chaand ka tika liye,
Yoon hi jugnu liye,
Chamke tumhaari raatein
Noor jab tak baaki hai, sitaaron mein

Tum jiyo hazaaron saal,
Saal ke din ho pachaas hazaar
Tum jiyo hazaaron saal,
Saal ke din ho pachaas hazaar

 

Tum jiyo hazaro saal – English Translation:

May you live a thousand years,
And may each year hold fifty thousand days.
Yes, may you live a thousand years,
With joy that never fades nor sways.

Each day the sun shall rise anew,
Singing songs and shining through.
With golden rays it shall appear,
Bringing blossoms sweet and clear.
Counting petals, hour by hour,
May your days bloom like a flower.
As long as springtime holds its hue,
May colours dance and play with you.

May you live a thousand years,
And may each year hold fifty thousand days.
Yes, may you live a thousand years,
With joy that never fades nor sways.

Wherever dusk may choose to fall,
Let the flame of joy enthral.
Let your evenings softly sway,
To words of love you gently say.
Moonlight on your forehead rests,
With fireflies glowing like love’s guests.
Let your nights be bright and wise,
As long as stars light up the skies.

May you live a thousand years,
And may each year hold fifty thousand days.
Yes, may you live a thousand years,
With joy that never fades nor sways.

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