Anarkali (अनारकली)

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Blow gently, oh Easterly...

for Anarkali rests here

With dreams of Salim in her eyes, Anarkali rests here

This is the tomb of those martyred for love

Blow with respect while you are here, oh breeze

Maybe you forget

I remember her story

I still remember the moment...

when she attracted his eye

Her beauty stood against the Taj

Their love stood up to the regime

Salim said, with all his love...

to his beloved Anarkali...

I shall bring the stars for you, if you so wish

I shall abdicate, if you so wish

What winds were they that blew then?

Salim is no more, nor is Anarkali

But this tomb bears testimony to their love

Of their labor of love

Waiting for the bee...

lies here the bud of the pomegranate tree

Blow gently, oh Easterly

Not every memorial to love is a Taj Mahal.

This tomb is a tear from the eyes of lovers...

that the world's contempt has not been able to destroy.

As someone once said...

these ruins have seen Spring earlier.

The one who rests here was once the spirit of the Spring.

She fell in love with Salim, taking him to be only a soldier.

Little did she know that the soldier was the crown prince of Hindustan.

True life is his...

who gives himself up to someone else...

and loses himself in love

This Spring, this moment...

asks us to fall in love...

to make our hearts pine for the beloved

Life is unfaithful...

so enjoy the pleasures of love, while you can

True life is his...

who gives himself up to someone else...

and loses himself in love

My heart is pounding, but that is all right

Do not keep a count

When again will we have such times for ourselves?

When again will we enjoy such lovely nights and days?

I implore you...

to give yourself up to the pleasure of the moment

True life is his...

who gives himself up to someone else...

and loses himself in love

Splendid!

Was that a voice or the mesmerizing song of a nightingale?

Follow me. I must see who this beautiful girl is...

whose voice has enthralled Emperor Akbar.

Who are you?

Who are you? Who?

I beg your pardon for appearing without notice.

- How was I to know... - What brings you here?

I did not come on my own. It was your voice that drew me here.

I'd like you to sing the same song again.

Why must I sing it? Sing the song again.

Beware, lady!

You ask a girl to sing a song and even flex your muscles?

- Aren't you ashamed? - I seek forgiveness on his behalf.

Indeed! You consider yourself royalty and look down on me!

As if you are an Emperor!

What can I say to you?

- Go away! - What if I refuse to leave?

- I'll have to report you. - To whom?

To Emperor Akbar. I'll ask him to punish you.

Please don't do that. I fear Akbar's sense of justice.

- Your Majesty... - What news do you bring?

We've looked everywhere for Prince Salim, at your behest.

But I wasn't fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of him.

Wherever he is, take my orders to him.

Mercy, Emperor! Mercy!

I've committed a blunder! I've been insolent, Your Majesty

I am pleased with you, girl. Very pleased.

- You don't mind singing now, do you? - How will I sing?

Why not?

It's not I who sings. It's my love that sings.

It isn't I who dances. It's my heart that dances for someone.

And that can happen only when my beloved is with me.

Your love is indeed laudable. It is so sacred.

Does your beloved love you as much, too?

- Much more. - No.

- It's true, Your Majesty. He does. - His is a weak love.

- He's selfish. - His is a selfless, sacred love.

- Do you know why he left? - No, Your Majesty.

He was scared of me. So he ran away.

If the fear of you can scare him away...

my love can bring him back, too.

Losers never return.

Do not challenge those in love, Emperor.

You will lose the bet.

May the sanctity of love be preserved

Come to me

If you do not return...

love...

might have to hang its head in shame...

before the world

So, come to me, my love

Come to me, oh sweetheart

Let's prove to the world the power love wields

Let's lay the world at the feet of our love

Come to me, oh love. Come to me, sweetheart

You'll have to come to indulge me

You have loved me. You must keep every promise

Let's even stake our lives for the sake of our love

Let's lay the world at the feet of our love

Come to me, oh love. Come to me, sweetheart

Let's face every storm of love together

Break every shackle and norm to return to me

If you are a true lover, give up everything for your love

Let's lay the world at the feet of our love

Come to me, oh love. Come to me, sweetheart

My beloved is afraid. He waits somewhere

Somewhere in the recesses of royalty lies hidden my love

Make royalty itself bow to our love

Come to me, my love

Let's make royalty bow to us

Come to me, my love

He's here! The lord of my music is here!

My love has won! My love has triumphed!

- Where is he? - Right before my eyes.

Didn't I tell you, Emperor? Do not challenge those in love.

You have lost, Emperor! You have lost!

I will gladly accept defeat.

But can you prove your beloved's presence here?

This is the hand that lovingly touches me.

These are the feet I kiss.

- Do you believe me now, Emperor? - Oh yes, I do.

Someone who cowers in such fear can only be your beloved.

You must bow before true love, Emperor.

Love has triumphed today. And you have been defeated.

I bow my head, girl. And the whole of Hindustan...

bows to your sacred love.

For the first time in my life, I have been humbled today.

I realize that there is a power even greater than the throne.

The power of love.

I shall give you a reward today. As long as the world exists...

as long as the name of the Moghuls lives...

as long as the names of Babar, Humayun, Akbar and Akbar's courtiers live...

your name shall also be remembered by all.

Seek! What do you want?

The pomegranate flower, Emperor.

Bless you! Had you wished, you could have sought Hindustan's treasures...

or even my empire from me! But you sought something that is...

far more beautiful and immortal than wealth and power!

And I shall bestow upon you the wealth, girl.

I give you the title of the Pomegranate Flower.

You shall be known by this name for as long as the world exists.

And people shall admire my tastes for the fine arts.

- Long live the Pomegranate Flower. - Long live the Pomegranate Flower.

Long live Emperor Akbar. Long live the Moghul kingdom!

Do not go away, soldier. Do not go away.

Stay right here. I'll be back very soon.

- Really? - Oh yes.

- You won't be late, will you? - No.

I hope I don't keep waiting for you and...

Don't you believe me?

I do, I do, soldier.

Go.

- May God protect you. - May God protect you.

However, I always dread...

you are a soldier and I am a gypsy.

If we are separated, it will be difficult for us to meet.

No, Nadira. That will never happen.

Until you return...

my eyes shall be waiting for you.

Go on, soldier. Go on.

Gulnar?

His Majesty is waiting for you. He's angry.

That's what I've been waiting here to tell you.

I'm grateful to you.

To serve you, is my good fortune.

- Shekhu hasn't arrived yet, Queen. - He should be here any moment.

- Your Majesty... - Where have you been, Shekhu?

- What has happened to my child? - I've suffered an injury, Mother

It's just a scratch.

You must never tell your mother when you're hurt.

Mothers have weak hearts.

I regret, you could not go out with me today.

I happened to see a miracle today. A very strange thing.

Have you been to the pomegranate gardens here?

Yes. Excuse me, Your Majesty?

Your Majesty?

- Raja Man Singh... - Yes, Your Majesty?

I have just one son. I yearn for him to call me father.

But he never seems to forget that I am an Emperor.

Brother, is that the son's fault? Or is it the father's?

I bring word to His Majesty. The troops are ready.

Your Majesty, I await royal orders.

Raja Man Singh, I wish to send Prince Salim with you...

- on your sojourn through Kabul. - Father!

- Your Majesty. - My Lord...

you have considered my son worthy...

of bearing the burden of the Empire with you.