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इक एहङो कलाकार जिङने राजस्थान सरकार भुल गीLegend dapu kha
दपु जी जो गड़ीसर तालाब आपके साथ गाता था अब सदैव उदास और रोता रहता है।। वहां सदैव एक जगह खाली खाली रहती है और आपको पुकारती रहती है।।।
The voice of Jaisalmer and Rajasthan 💙 Folk + Devotion
राजस्थान का खजाना दपू खा जी भाड़ली 🙏🏻
Rajasthan ki shan dappu Khan ji
Legend Dapu ji should be awarded with Padma shree...
🙏🙏
いいなあ、初めて 聴いているのに、すごく懐かしい気がする、初めて 聴き惚れているのに、ずいぶん昔から、聴き込んできた気分にさせてもらえる
Just wow..❤ sur momal rano, Love from Umerkot❤
1. Requiem for Dapu Khan Mirasi Manganiyar (1.1.1958 - 13.3.2021) - 1© Kr. Fateh Singh Jasol, IAS, 2022 (From Author’s published work “What Song Unsung O My Daughter, Notion Press, 2022)He was already gone about two monthsWhen I bumped into this tribute on you tubeAnd cried again and again for much of three daysAs I heard him sing, again and again the Mira bhajan that each time breaks my heart.They did well who made this videoTo show him thus, Kisanji on his lipsAgainst the backdrop of a Jesalmer lakeRippling gently in the breezeThe deep notes of the kamaicha Like some yet unexplored sound From the beginning of time.They did well I thought to put lake and Dapu togetherThe one, a symbol of life to Jesalmer The other, a symbol of the life of Jesalmer This is the song Dapu sangAnd no one ever sang it as wellMay be no one willTill Kisanji make another Dapu, who can tell. It celebrates the onenessOf the cosmic spirit and the individual spiritReflecting so well the oneness of the elementsEther, air, fire, water and earthWith the living and the dead Celebrated again as they laid Dapu to restIn the soil of his birth. “I sweep the paths, strew flowers, I had darsan of Kisanji Oh my RamI had darshan of Kisanji Oh my RamAs a wasp I sat among the flowersSweet was the scent of flowers Oh my RamI sweep the paths, strew flowers, I had darsan of Kisanji Oh my RamAs a papeeha I sat among the treetops Sweet were the deeps of the canopies Oh My RamI sweep the paths, strew flowers I had darsan of Kisanji Oh my RamAs a koel I roamed the gardensSweet was the scent of the gardens Oh My RamI sweep the paths, strew flowers, I had darsan of Kisanji Oh my RamAs a heron I rode the sea waves Sweet was the rise and fall of waves Oh My RamI sweep the paths, strew flowers, I had darsan of Kisanji Oh my RamSaid Mira, I sang Giridhar’s name OhBowed my head at his feet, Oh my RamI sweep the paths, strew flowers, I had darsan of Kisanji Oh my Ram.”I like to think if Bhagavan Krishna was to narrate his glories againTo one of his Yadu race in JesalmerHe might well sayOf those who sing, and play the kamaichaI am Dapu Khan ManagniyarAnd you may call it my fancy if you willBut my mind is comforted in the thoughtFor that is the way of our faithAnd such is the way of our beliefsThat in the nice place where Dapu has goneHe had darsan of his Kisanji at lastAnd he, the Omkara, Sound Incarnate,Peacock feathered Lord of the flute and DapuPlayed for each other,Kisanji to bless his servant And Dapu to worship Him Who hid in his voice and kamaicha all along. 2. Requiem for Dapu Khan Mirasi Manganiyar - 2© Kr. Fateh Singh Jasol, IAS, 2022(From Author’s published work “What Song Unsung O My Daughter, Notion Press, 2022)I thought I’d write a requiem, and it would be doneThe hurt would go awayBut it hasn’t by farThe pain lingers stillThough he’s gone, crossed the bar.They’ll tell stories nowSome true, some not soAnd they’ll grow as the legend grows,Some true, some not soWho’ll ever know?Already there are several songs on you tubeClaiming to be his lastAnd I see in those the cause of my hurt.Those that used him, earned name and fameWrote articles, made films and videosRecords of his music, made personal gainsBut left him still as he ever wasSeated on a ragged jute sack by Gadisar Lake Or a corner of Sonar Killa, the golden fortSinging of love and romance and heroismSun and wind and rain and men and women Of his land of birth, unlike any other on earth.I dream of a day whenIn his village among the quiet sandsOr some public square of Jesan There will be a bust or sculpture of DapuTo honor him And the memory of a time and a way of life long gone,An atonement for all that was owed and denied,To one who gave his all for a song.. 3. Requiem for Dapu Khan Mirasi Manganiyar - 3© Kr. Fateh Singh Jasol, IAS, 2022(From Author’s published work “What Song Unsung O My Daughter, Notion Press, 2022)And so once more, one last time.Reluctant to let him goFor it means to let go so much I do not wish to let goBut time moves on, waits for noneSo it must be so, for other songs have begunFarewell bard of the sandsMinstrel of a mystic music landLong will I remember youAnd the magic of your perfected hand For though your voice was sweet beyond wordsThe more so because it always had so much heartWhat your hands did was equally a world apart.The magic was in the words sungAs in the word left unsung or sung a broken halfAnd there your kamaicha stepped inTo intone the left out part.And here was the magicSometimes, both your voice and the kamaicha’s sprung a surpriseBy both missing a word, a beatAnd magic happened.The listener’s enchanted mind stepped in And made the song completeWith the unspoken word and the silent noteAs my mind does nowAs I see youYour old jute mat and ancient coatYour proud turban and proud eyesThat had seen many hellos and many goodbyesUnder many skiesYou and your face and your hands and kamaichaGoing round and round in my headSinging of JesanWhere I know none of these will ever be dead
Eagerly waiting
❤
Dapu ji ka jukebox 😍😍😍 Grate work 👍Thanku
👌👌👌
Margiya Buharu 💕💕😔😔
Waiting............
🙏🙏🙏🙏
Tq u so much.
Legend shree Dapu Khan 🙏
मूमल गीत को 1.15× स्पीड पर कीजिये,आनंद में वृद्धि होगी
good
🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
इक एहङो कलाकार जिङने राजस्थान सरकार भुल गी
Legend dapu kha
दपु जी जो गड़ीसर तालाब आपके साथ गाता था अब सदैव उदास और रोता रहता है।। वहां सदैव एक जगह खाली खाली रहती है और आपको पुकारती रहती है।।।
The voice of Jaisalmer and Rajasthan 💙
Folk + Devotion
राजस्थान का खजाना
दपू खा जी भाड़ली 🙏🏻
Rajasthan ki shan dappu Khan ji
Legend Dapu ji should be awarded with Padma shree...
🙏🙏
いいなあ、
初めて 聴いているのに、
すごく懐かしい気がする、
初めて 聴き惚れているのに、
ずいぶん昔から、
聴き込んできた気分にさせてもらえる
Just wow..❤ sur momal rano, Love from Umerkot❤
1. Requiem for Dapu Khan Mirasi Manganiyar (1.1.1958 - 13.3.2021) - 1
© Kr. Fateh Singh Jasol, IAS, 2022
(From Author’s published work “What Song Unsung O My Daughter, Notion Press, 2022)
He was already gone about two months
When I bumped into this tribute on you tube
And cried again and again for much of three days
As I heard him sing, again and again
the Mira bhajan that each time breaks my heart.
They did well who made this video
To show him thus, Kisanji on his lips
Against the backdrop of a Jesalmer lake
Rippling gently in the breeze
The deep notes of the kamaicha
Like some yet unexplored sound
From the beginning of time.
They did well I thought
to put lake and Dapu together
The one, a symbol of life to Jesalmer
The other, a symbol of the life of Jesalmer
This is the song Dapu sang
And no one ever sang it as well
May be no one will
Till Kisanji make another Dapu, who can tell.
It celebrates the oneness
Of the cosmic spirit and the individual spirit
Reflecting so well the oneness of the elements
Ether, air, fire, water and earth
With the living and the dead
Celebrated again as they laid Dapu to rest
In the soil of his birth.
“I sweep the paths, strew flowers,
I had darsan of Kisanji Oh my Ram
I had darshan of Kisanji Oh my Ram
As a wasp I sat among the flowers
Sweet was the scent of flowers Oh my Ram
I sweep the paths, strew flowers,
I had darsan of Kisanji Oh my Ram
As a papeeha I sat among the treetops
Sweet were the deeps of the canopies Oh My Ram
I sweep the paths, strew flowers
I had darsan of Kisanji Oh my Ram
As a koel I roamed the gardens
Sweet was the scent of the gardens Oh My Ram
I sweep the paths, strew flowers,
I had darsan of Kisanji Oh my Ram
As a heron I rode the sea waves
Sweet was the rise and fall of waves Oh My Ram
I sweep the paths, strew flowers,
I had darsan of Kisanji Oh my Ram
Said Mira, I sang Giridhar’s name Oh
Bowed my head at his feet, Oh my Ram
I sweep the paths, strew flowers,
I had darsan of Kisanji Oh my Ram.”
I like to think if Bhagavan Krishna
was to narrate his glories again
To one of his Yadu race in Jesalmer
He might well say
Of those who sing, and play the kamaicha
I am Dapu Khan Managniyar
And you may call it my fancy if you will
But my mind is comforted in the thought
For that is the way of our faith
And such is the way of our beliefs
That in the nice place where Dapu has gone
He had darsan of his Kisanji at last
And he, the Omkara, Sound Incarnate,
Peacock feathered Lord of the flute and Dapu
Played for each other,
Kisanji to bless his servant
And Dapu to worship Him
Who hid in his voice and kamaicha all along.
2. Requiem for Dapu Khan Mirasi Manganiyar - 2
© Kr. Fateh Singh Jasol, IAS, 2022
(From Author’s published work “What Song Unsung O My Daughter, Notion Press, 2022)
I thought I’d write a requiem,
and it would be done
The hurt would go away
But it hasn’t by far
The pain lingers still
Though he’s gone, crossed the bar.
They’ll tell stories now
Some true, some not so
And they’ll grow as the legend grows,
Some true, some not so
Who’ll ever know?
Already there are several songs on you tube
Claiming to be his last
And I see in those the cause of my hurt.
Those that used him, earned name and fame
Wrote articles, made films and videos
Records of his music, made personal gains
But left him still as he ever was
Seated on a ragged jute sack by Gadisar Lake
Or a corner of Sonar Killa, the golden fort
Singing of love and romance and heroism
Sun and wind and rain and men and women
Of his land of birth, unlike any other on earth.
I dream of a day when
In his village among the quiet sands
Or some public square of Jesan
There will be a bust or sculpture of Dapu
To honor him
And the memory of a time
and a way of life long gone,
An atonement for all that was owed and denied,
To one who gave his all for a song.
.
3. Requiem for Dapu Khan Mirasi Manganiyar - 3
© Kr. Fateh Singh Jasol, IAS, 2022
(From Author’s published work “What Song Unsung O My Daughter, Notion Press, 2022)
And so once more, one last time.
Reluctant to let him go
For it means to let go so much
I do not wish to let go
But time moves on, waits for none
So it must be so, for other songs have begun
Farewell bard of the sands
Minstrel of a mystic music land
Long will I remember you
And the magic of your perfected hand
For though your voice was sweet beyond words
The more so because it always had so much heart
What your hands did was equally a world apart.
The magic was in the words sung
As in the word left unsung or sung a broken half
And there your kamaicha stepped in
To intone the left out part.
And here was the magic
Sometimes, both your voice
and the kamaicha’s sprung a surprise
By both missing a word, a beat
And magic happened.
The listener’s enchanted mind stepped in
And made the song complete
With the unspoken word and the silent note
As my mind does now
As I see you
Your old jute mat and ancient coat
Your proud turban and proud eyes
That had seen many hellos and many goodbyes
Under many skies
You and your face and your hands and kamaicha
Going round and round in my head
Singing of Jesan
Where I know none of these will ever be dead
Eagerly waiting
❤
Dapu ji ka jukebox 😍😍😍 Grate work 👍Thanku
👌👌👌
Margiya Buharu 💕💕😔😔
Waiting............
🙏🙏🙏🙏
Tq u so much.
Legend shree Dapu Khan 🙏
मूमल गीत को 1.15× स्पीड पर कीजिये,आनंद में वृद्धि होगी
good
🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏