Kahat Kabir Suno bhai Sadho - Gaadi Hanko

This is my last post for Kabir project. This month May 2009, has been one of the best months of my life and i wanted to end this Kabir project with it. Gaadi Hanko has got a very interesting story. I first heard it when Devenderji played it before a concert at NSIT in 2005. It was too good. In 2006, we invited Rita Ganguliji at NSIT and requested her to sing this song. It was one of my best concerts at NSIT. And then in Blore, while working i remembered this song and i searched for this one online. And thats how ui found Prahlad Singh Tipaniya and his art. The thirst was always there, and we (me including NSIT volunteers) were always behind Devenderji to give us that recording. And then its 2009, in April Manish and others were able to get the recording. Mesmerized by the reecording once again, i ordered the complete Kabir vani from BeatofIndia.com and loved all the three cds. In May 2009, I attended Tipaniya sahab and co in a live concert in San Francisco. At the concert i got a books containing lyrics of Bhajans with meanings. Thats when i decided that all this should be online. So, enjoy Gaadi Hanko, the sarangi is awesome in this one. The starting dohe in Tipaniya sahab's rendition are so beautiful.

धीरे धीरे रे मना, धीरे सब कुछ होए
माली सींचे सौ घड़ा, ऋतू आये फल होए

Slowly, slowly oh my mind
Slowly, everything happens
The gardener pours 100 water pots
The season arrives and the fruits come

एक साधे तो सब सधे,सब साधे एक जाये
माली सींचे मूल को, तो फूल फल अघाए
Do one thing well, and all is done
Try to do all and you loose the one
When the gardener waters the root
The tree bears the fruits and flowers.

ज़रा हलके गाड़ी हांको मेरे राम गाड़ी वाले ज़रा धीरे धीरे गाड़ी हांको मेरे राम गाड़ी वाले गाड़ी हमारी रंग रंगीली पईया है लाल गुलाबी हैंकन वाली छैल छबीली बैठन वाला राम गाड़ी अटकी रेट में मज़ल पड़ी है दूर धर्मी अधर्मी पार उतर गया पापी चकना चूर देस देस का वेड बुलाया लाया जड़ी और बूटी जड़ी बूटी काम न आई जद राम के घर की टूटी चार जना मिल मतों उठायो बांधी काठ की घोड़ी ले जा के मरघट पे रखिया फूंक दीनी जैसे होली बिलक बिलक कर तिरिया रोवे बिछड़ गयी रे मेरी जोड़ी कहें कबीर सुनो भाई साधो जिन जोड़ी उन तोड़ी

Move your cart along lightly my Ram is riding Move your cart along lightly my Ram is riding My cart is many colored with wheels of rosy red A lovely lady is holding the reins and sitting back is Ram The cart got mired in mud the destination still far away The good ones got across the bad ones crashed! Healers came from every land bringing their herbs and roots The herbs were useless Ram had left the house Four fellows came to carry the stretcher They tied to up the wooden horse They carried it to the burning ground and blew it up, like Holi! The wife sobs and weeps my partner is taken away! Kabir says, listen Sadhus the one who joins is the one who breaks!