Anarkali (1953)

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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.

- My son has grown up today.

- Our son has grown up today, Queen.

It's going to be a very

difficult journey, Your Majesty.

When there are other daring men,

why risk the heir to the throne?

However difficult the journey

is going to be...

to keep one's own son

safely protected...

while others brave the odds,

is an act of selfishness.

I can make no concessions

to myself.

Before winning over nations...

Emperors have to first

strengthen their hearts.

Very well. My son shall go the

b*ttlefield and display his valor.

- You will, won't you, son?

- Mother...

He certainly will.

Soldier!

Soldier!

Soldier

Where are you, soldier?

Where are you?

Desires met with disappointment.

There was the caravan of

Anarkali's shattered joys...

and the never-ending search

following the separation.

The caravan wound its way through

the hills, across the deserts...

and soon crossed the borders

of the empire.

If Anarkali pined here...

Salim was in agony,

tormented by the separation.

One night...

A golden bird!

Grab her!

Far away from Hindustan,

across the border...

watching this sickening sight

of perverted men...

there rose in Anarkali's heart

a cry for her beloved.

As they say, a heart reaches

out to a heart.

Perhaps her agonizing cry would

reach Salim's heart.

Was I saying anything wrong?

Now listen to the mesmerising

songs of this nightingale...

and watch her tantalizing dance.

She is incomparable.

She is beyond compare

in the whole world!

Dance... and show your admirers

your beauty.

You won't sing?

Come to me...

come at least now

Come to me, save me

You who will buy my destiny,

come to me

Come to me, save me

You who will buy my destiny,

come to me

Love is on auction

in the market place

Come to me

Everyone makes his bid,

his eyes filled with lust

But I belong to you,

although the world does not know

The cruel ones who bid for me are

naively deceived. Come to me

Come to me, save me

You who will buy my destiny,

come to me

My youth is full of desire,

beauty and charm

Wondrous dreams fill my heart

My world is about to be shattered,

come to me

Come to me, save me

You who will buy my destiny,

come to me

Name the price, gentlemen.

- One thousand.

- Two thousand.

- Three thousand. - Four.

- Five. - Six. - Ten thousand.

- 15 thousand.

- 15 thousand?

For this beauty from paradise,

just 15,000?

Either a king knows the worth

of a pearl, or its finder.

15,000, once.

15,000, twice.

50,000!

- 60,000!

- 70,000!

- 80,000!

- 100,000!

- 110,000!

- 200,000!

200,000? Only 200,000

for this beauty from paradise?

Where are those who admire beauty?

Where are those with large hearts?

200,000!

200,000, going once.

200,000 twice.

Sold for 200,000!

Welcome, sir.

This way, please.

Let me go! Leave me alone!

My daughter!

- Have you seen my daughter?

- No, who is she?

My daughter, Nadira. The one to whom

the Emperor gave the title of Anarkali.

- The Emperor?

- He gave your daughter a title?

She's out of her mind.

Feeling shy? All right.

Your lovely voice...

your eyes that are

lowered with modesty...

your beauty, your youthfulness...

you are incomparable!

No, let me go!

Mercy! Have mercy on me!

Why? Have I inflicted

any tyranny on you?

I have spent so much money on you.

To save you...

I've taken on a dozen men. All alone.

I didn't even care for my life

I won't have you sin.

I will marry you.

Do you agree?

I wish you knew. A woman takes the

hand of only one man in her lifetime.

He's the one she worships,

after God.

- Nice excuse you've found to escape.

- Please don't think it's an excuse.

If you don't believe in my love,

you might as well strangle me.

You will see that in every cry of

agony, I will cry for my beloved.

Every word you utter is as

beautiful as your body.

But it has no effect.

If your love is true, why does

it not strike my heart?

Lord Almighty...

you are the protector

of those in love.

Have mercy on me.

Show me the light, Lord.

Show me the light.

What is love?

You shall know when

you fall in love

When you shed tears,

when you smile for love

The firefly burns...

but for what does he burn?

If you must know the secret...

you should burn

in the fires of love

Do not ask me

what my love offers me

It's a flame

that I hide in my heart

With love in my heart,

with my desires...

I have brought the wilderness alive

Do not ask me

what my love offers me

That which the world

looks forward to destroying...

is a memory I hold to my bosom

Do not ask me

what my love offers me

I swear it on my love, to those

that look at me with lustful eyes

It is the sweet ache of love

for which I've forgotten the world

Do not ask me

what my love offers me

Enough, Anar, enough!

My Anar,

I'm your soldier! It's me!

I'm back!

Soldier!

- Raja saheb...

- Follow me quietly.

- Raja saheb...

- Your absence...

and what I saw here

cannot be forgiven.

She's the girl upon whom the Emperor

bestowed the title of Anarkali.

- There's no need to say anything more.

- Mercy on our innocent love!

Look at her. She's asleep after days

of waiting for me.

For the sake of my love, she has

endured so many atrocities.

Have mercy on us, Raja saheb!

An empire runs not on mercy.

It runs on laws.

- The law is your prerogative.

- And the Emperor's justice?

- You can reason with him.

- How about my duties?

- And what is your duty?

- To take you away from here.

- Should I refuse to go?

- You will be arrested!

And this girl who has driven

you to rebel will be k*lled.

In that case, you will

take me dead. Not alive!

- Prince! This is a rebellion!

- This is the justice of love!

- Don't compel me to fight back!

- You are doing that!

Raja Man Singh won't tolerate rebellion!

And I can't bear to see my

beloved being separated from me!

Soldiers! Arrest him!

Take him away!

Go on.

Soldier!

Where are you, soldier?

Where are you?

Nargis!

I can't live without him!

I can't!

Soldier!

A strange unconsciousness.

This medicine never fails.

May God protect him.

His face is drained.

- His pulse is weakening.

- So do something, physician.

Find a medicine to bring him

to consciousness.

All my medicines have failed,

Your Highness.

No medicine can bring him

back to consciousness.

That cannot be true!

It is not true!

There must surely be a medicine?

A cure?

I am helpless, Your Majesty.

To bring the Prince back to consciousness

is beyond my capacity.

Are you telling me that Shekhu

will never regain consciousness?

The medicines have all been tried.

The patient now needs prayers.

- Raja Man Singh...

- Your Majesty?

Arrange for charity immediately.

Give away all the royal treasure

to the poor and the orphans.

Release all prisoners,

also those sentenced to death.

Implore everyone to beg for

the life of Prince Salim.

Ask the Hindus to pray in temples.

Ask Muslims to offer prayers.

Ask our subjects to beg for

the life of their crown prince!

True life is his...

who gives himself up

to someone else...

and loses himself in love

Lord, my son is regaining consciousness.

That very voice...

It's the magic of that very voice!

Let her in!

Come immediately.

The Emperor has sent for you.

Anarkali!

Lord!

Thanks to your voice, the Prince

has seen a ray of hope.

You have perhaps appeared

in answer to our prayers.

As an errand of mercy,

save my son's life!

- Delay it no more! Please!

- Please come, Anarkali.

Having heard your voice, my son

has called me Mother after ages.

Maybe you will give my son

back to me.

I am helpless! Give me back

the one I live for, Anarkali.

Sing, Anarkali. Please sing.

Pray, oh sorrowful heart

Pray to God

Spread your hands in

helplessness and despair

Pray, oh sorrowful heart

Appeal to God

Let lightning not strike

these palaces

Let it instead

strike my humble abode

Pray, oh sorrowful heart

Pray to God

May you live forever.

May I lose my life

Let at least this be the excuse

that gives me death

What will I do

with a few more breaths?

Pray, oh sorrowful heart

Pray to God

What will I give you?

Everything I possessed

has been snatched away

What have I,

save for a few prayers?

God is the one support

the poor have

And yet, I beg You...

do not break my heart,

now that it has found succor

Pray, oh sorrowful heart

pray to God

Spread your hands in

helplessness and despair

Pray, oh sorrowful heart

Appeal to God

- Shekhu...

- My son...

Long live the Prince!

Long Live Prince Salim

Long live the Crown Prince!

Where is she?

Anarkali...

Your Majesty?

The Prince wishes to see you.

- What is the matter?

- Please grant me your leave.

Stop her, Mother. Please stop her.

Please come here, my child.

Long live the Prince!

Long live Prince Salim!

Anarkali, what are you grieving?

You were in love.

You were always so happy.

- My beloved was with me then.

- And now?

Now...

he has become a very

big man, Your Majesty.

- He has become too powerful.

- However powerful he has become...

I will bestow upon you royal riches

and make you even richer.

No, Your Majesty.

He has gone too far away from me.

I'll have the whole of

Hindustan searched...

and have him brought to you.

In the hope of meeting him,

I have lived through these days.

But he will never return

to me ever again, Your Majesty.

May God give your prince

a long life.

- Please grant me your leave now.

- How can I do that?

Make an announcement.

The prince's recovery

will be widely celebrated.

Don't be afraid, girl.

I am Raja Man Singh.

Raja saheb?

Although this is against

royal protocol...

helplessness has driven me to come here.

I don't understand.

I hope you will understand

without having to utter a word.

I? I don't understand anything.

Really? Or do you refuse

to understand anything?

Don't talk in riddles, Raja saheb.

Tell me clearly

whatever you have to say.

I admire your audacity, girl.

But it could even take your life.

The emperor might believe it,

even the world may believe it...

that you're only a tribal girl

who wandered into the Capital.

But I won't believe it.

I know the secret of your love.

What do you know?

I know you're an ant

that tried to climb a mountain.

That despite being a gypsy, you dared

to ensnare a prince in your trap.

To become the Queen of Hindustan,

for all its comforts and luxuries!

You've been driven

by your lust for wealth!

Here is the wealth!

Go away from here and sate your lust!

You may keep your wealth!

It's the rich who lust for wealth.

Not poor folks like us.

I don't want your wealth, nor do I seek

the comforts and luxuries of the palace.

All I want is my love.

Not from the Prince...

I want love from the soldier in whose

garb your prince feigned love for me.

He betrayed me.

He played with my feelings

and ruined my life to sate his lust!

And today, he lives in the palace!

I ask, is it a sin for the poor

to fall in love with the rich?

In that case, isn't it a sin for

the rich to deceive the poor...

in order to sate their lust?

Does your law have a punishment

for this crime?

Why are you silent, Raja saheb?

You're a law-abiding general!

Tell me, can you punish your prince

for his crime?

I am ashamed of myself, girl.

But for your own welfare,

I'd still advise you to go away.

- Or calamity will strike.

- Calamity?

What bigger calamity can I face

than my beloved betraying me?

My beloved has betrayed me!

You can, however, rest assured.

Why leave after the celebration?

Why not leave now?

I ask, why leave after the celebration?

Why don't you leave right now?

The Emperor's orders...

Go away! The shackles of love

have broken.

You are ruined. So what

are you waiting for?

Waiting? No, I wait for nothing.

You can deceive yourself,

not me.

I see a ray of hope

in your eyes.

- Yes. Maybe he will return.

- No, he's not returning.

Your world is plundered.

He has forgotten you!

He's gotten over you, Nadira.

- No! He was in love with me!

- Love?

A prince falling in love

with a nomad?

That is a cruel joke!

You've been subjected

to a cruel joke, Nadira!

A prince falling in love

with a nomad?

You've been subjected

to a cruel joke, Nadira!

What a joke!

Anarkali?

She suddenly took ill and

couldn't attend, Your Majesty.

Her absence at an occasion like

this would appear to be ominous.

Let the celebrations begin.

Wonderful! That was splendid!

Anarkali!

Khan-saheb, please begin.

Awaken the sweet ache of love

Let my heart pine...

with the high notes of

your tears

It took one gaze from you...

to put the world to sleep

This world is deep in slumber

The skies are deep in slumber

In deep sleep is your love

Awaken the sweet ache of love

Awaken, awaken

To whom shall I tell my story?

To whom shall I show my broken heart?

Where shall I go?

Till far away...

there is no light leading me

The fires have turned into ashes

Let my heart pine...

with the high notes of your tears

Awaken the sweet ache of love

Such were the winds

of misery that blew

They turned my world upside down

All joy has turned away from me

Serpents of sorrow

continue to bite me

Awaken the sweet ache of love

Let my heart pine...

with the high notes of your tears

Splendid, Anarkali!

In the eyes of the Almighty

and the justice of the Emperor...

everyone is an equal.

But an evaluation is

indeed necessary.

I must say, Anarkali has stood out

in today's contest.

I accord Anarkali the status

of the royal courtesan.

Long live Anarkali

Come here, Anarkali.

I am convinced that in keeping

with the royal edict...

Anarkali's beloved is present

here in the royal court.

Stand up.

Stand up without a fear.

If his love is true,

I want to see him.

Deceit. Betrayal. Lies.

How long shall I carry on with my life

with the support of such lies?

Oh, unfortunate Nadira!

You shall find no peace

and rest in this world.

Only despair. And darkness.

- What has happened to you?

- Mother, let's go away.

How can you say such things?

Think about it.

Why must we suffer again?

We have every comfort here.

There is peace and happiness.

Mother, you will have to pay for

this peace and happiness with my life.

Do you want me to live, or die?

- No, my child.

- So let's go away, Mother.

You have no idea what might happen.

Have faith in your daughter.

I'm not deceiving you.

I'm not lying to you.

Please listen to me, Mother.

Take me away from here.

As you wish, my child

Before we leave, let's at least

meet the womenfolk...

- and thank them.

- No, Mother.

You can go and see them.

I'm not going.

Parvez! Anarkali is leaving!

Anarkali is going away!

- I'm losing my life!

- Oh really.

Your heart is sinking.

It's a sign of pining, Prince.

- You're thinking of jokes?

- It's time for jokes, Prince

Love, they say, is an

affliction of the mind.

Don't poke fun at my love.

Give me a solution, if you can.

There are so many solutions, Prince.

But I'm afraid, my head might roll.

- Is that why you call yourself a friend?

- I'm not scared of losing my life.

If you k*ll me, you'll be

very compassionate about it.

But the Emperor will be very

merciless when he pronounces my death.

- To die a merciless death?

Not very appealing.

The Emperor? All right, you are

helpless before the Emperor, too.

And I'm helpless

because of his terror.

Anarkali is going away,

so let her go away.

Who will stop her?

Salim? That disrespectful Salim?

The unfortunate crown prince

of Hindustan!

How I wish I could fall in love

like a common man!

I could lay down my life

for your tears.

Well? What message shall I carry?

How will you reach her?

How will the message be delivered?

I have found him!

Just give me the message, Prince.

- Who'll deliver it?

- Just give it to me!

Go to the courtesan's chambers...

and give this letter to

the most beautiful...

the most bewitching women

of them all.

The one who makes the Moon blush,

who is the envy of the stars.

Go and give her

the Prince's heart.

What madness is this? What if the

letter falls in someone's hands?

Rest assured, Prince.

It's my deer.

It's no less than its master

in recognizing a true beauty.

Dearest sweetheart...

the one you condemn to death

with your departure...

seeks from you

the right to live.

If you want to put my love

to a test...

light a lamp tonight

and wait for me.

If I arrive, our love is true.

Or else, the dawn following the night

is not meant for me.

- She's not going away.

- Why not?

Something is wrong.

Go and find out. Go on.

I wait...

I seek to meet him

This lamp burns...

and I feel distraught

Love is a feeling...

that is beyond explanation

On the lips, the restlessness

of the heart...

is never brought out

Come to me...

my eyes yearn to see you

A desire like mine...

you must not spurn

My heart worships

the very ground you tread on

The state of lovers...

is not to be revealed

Love is a feeling...

that is beyond explanation

Silence! It's me.

- What have you come here for?

- I've come to you, Anar!

To me?

To seek your forgiveness

for the sins I've committed.

What sin have you

committed, Prince?

For you, it's no sin to play with

the feelings of a gypsy girl.

You have played with my love.

You have toyed with my desires.

I must thank you for playing

this game with me, Prince.

- Hear me out...

- Don't touch me, Prince!

I've had enough of this game!

What else do you want now?

God and His angels are witness.

I have played no games with you.

- Did you really love me?

- Yes.

Do not insult the sacred word, Prince.

Call it your lust!

- Anar!

- You remember my love today?

Where was your love when you played

with me for a couple of days...

and disappeared? I kept

suffering in your memory.

I was even sold in the marketplace!

I bore every tyranny.

I ask, where was your love then?

Go away, Prince! The word love

does not sound nice when you utter it.

But you have taught me to love, Anar.

I beg for your forgiveness!

What a big joke!

The crown prince begs a sl*ve

for forgiveness!

You're not a sl*ve.

You're the Queen of my heart.

And I'm no crown prince.

I'm your sl*ve.

Forgive your sl*ve, Anar.

It's lust that makes

you flatter me.

Do not call my love, lust.

Look into my eyes.

- Aren't my tears proof of my love?

- I've been deceived long enough.

You even call my tears a deceit?

- How can one trust a prince's tears?

- I can give up everything for you!

- That's a lie!

- How will I convince you?

I want to go away...

away from this world of

deceit and betrayal!

My love is nothing but lust,

my tears are deceit?

My intentions are evil?

Very well, then.

Leave, if that's your wish.

But remember, your picture

is etched on my heart.

- I won't be able to live without you!

- That's what you think, Prince.

That is the truth! I can lay down

my life to prove that my love is true.

Those that threaten,

do little, Prince.

So you want proof, Anar?

You want proof?

Soldier! What are you doing?

In my death, you would have

believed my love to be true.

Soldier, my dear soldier.

You won't go away now, will you?

- How can I ever leave you?

- Anar!

It's dawn, Anar.

I must leave now.

- Prince...

- I'll come again.

Every day, every evening.

Light a lamp in the moonlight

every evening and wait for me.

I will return with all my love.

Girl!

So what I heard is true. You have

to decided to stay on in the palace.

Why haven't you left?

It was the Emperor's order.

Didn't you want to leave,

despite the Emperor's orders?

I've changed my mind.

It looks like you've met

with Prince Salim already.

If I deny that?

You can't deceive me. Raja Man Singh

can very well see the truth.

How dare you disobey my order?

Who is the criminal who supports you?

Criminal? And what is

his crime, Raja saheb?

That he deceived you. He showed you

fancy dreams, a pack of lies.

If what he said is lies,

what is the truth, Raja saheb?

The truth is you're a sl*ve.

And the crown prince of Hindustan

can never wed a sl*ve!

- Why not?

- It's the custom.

In that case, he's not the criminal.

You're the criminal, Raja saheb.

Silence, insolent girl!

Don't cross your limits!

I beg your pardon, Raja saheb,

but you are the criminal...

who weighs love in

the scales of wealth.

God made us all equals.

It was people like you who created

the classes...

and erected barriers between them.

The royal laws are as firm

as God's rules.

I can give you no help

in this respect.

I have no hopes of you, Raja saheb.

I pin my hopes on him...

who's a human being,

despite living in a palace of gold.

He's the one with the heart,

who loves me...

- and compels me to requite his love.

- He is a fool! He is blind.

He's ignorant of the consequences

despite knowing everything.

In the garb of love,

he's playing with your life!

My life belongs to him.

He can very well play with it.

- Why must you worry?

- I don't!

If you want to live in the palace

at the risk of your life, you may.

But remember, you will be watched.

I'll be told of everything you do.

So watch your step.

One wrong step,

and it'll be your last.

Even death at my beloved's feet

shall be a celebration of life.

A life full of love

lasts but a few moments

Even if it's too little,

it lasts a lifetime

Thrones and riches

of the world...

nothing is bigger than love

A life full of love

lasts but a few moments

Even if it's too little,

it lasts a lifetime

Anarkali goes to meet someone

secretly in the night.

It'll be dealt with.

He has fled.

Whatever you do...

you cannot escape my clutches.

A life full of love

lasts but a few moments

Even if it's too little,

it lasts a lifetime

Where two hearts full of love

beat together...

it's the most beautiful

celebration of love

A life full of love

lasts but a few moments

Anar, your love shall await you

in the garden tonight.

Salim?

The prince and Anarkali?

No, this is impossible!

I'm ruined!

Anarkali has robbed me

of everything I had!

Don't cry, Gulnar.

Yes, if there is courage,

there is life.

Revenge! Vengeance!

Something that will be a testimony

of Gulnar's love!

- What are you going to do, Gulnar?

- She will wait for him tonight.

- But I will show her the way.

- What?

The way to death.

I'll lead her to the tunnel...

where the prince has his

man-eating lion.

Anarkali will not get to know.

She will receive my letter...

and go to the tunnel to meet Salim.

There she will confront the lion!

Anarkali's bloodstained remains

will give succor to my heart.

It's very late, Parvez.

When you're waiting for someone,

time does pass slowly, Prince.

She has come, Prince!

- You may leave now.

- God protect you.

I shall stand guard so

the Prince's fun isn't ruined.

Guess who it is.

Tell me.

Answer me.

I'm not the one you think I am.

Why don't you speak?

Oh yes, it's right too.

There's silence everywhere.

Why must we speak either?

Come, let's sit quietly somewhere.

Prince...

Anar! Who are you?

Gulnar!

Yes, it isn't Anar.

It's the unfortunate Gulnar!

Let me go!

Do not separate me from yourself!

Even if it was by deceit...

your embrace was wonderful!

It's so soothing, so peaceful.

You dare!

If I'm a sl*ve who dares do this,

she, too, is.

Silence, shameless woman! How can you

ever equal Anarkali's sacred love?

- You aren't even the dust on her feet!

- Why?

Because her love is successful?

And mine has failed?

Prince...

- Leave me alone!

- Prince!

- Stay away!

- Prince!

Do not humiliate me, Prince.

Do not humiliate me like this!

There's no telling what

a scorned woman might do.

- She might do anything!

- You're threatening me?

No, Prince. No.

I'm begging you... for love.

For one moment of love.

For one moment of love,

give yourself unto me.

- This moment belongs to me! To me!

- Insolent woman! Get out of my sight!

You have seen Gulnar's love.

You will now see her revenge.

With all my love,

I lay myself at your feet.

But you have spurned me.

You have humiliated me!

I'm not the one you kicked.

You kicked your own destiny!

- What can you do to me?

- I can expose your secret...

- to the whole empire!

- What secret?

- What proof do you have?

- A very big proof, too.

There were birds flying in the skies.

Your pigeons and my falcons.

I have in my possession

your letters.

And those letters

can change destiny.

It can restore to me

my lost pride...

and it can make you

a sl*ve to me!

But I don't even want you

as my sl*ve.

I hate you, Prince! I hate you!

Hatred seeks revenge and this

revenge shall come from Anarkali!

You know, it's enough for the

letters to reach the Emperor.

Anarkali will then be thrust

into the dungeons.

She'll be subjected to tyranny.

She'll be sentenced to death.

And I'll stand by and laugh.

You'll come to me in tears.

You'll fall at my feet.

You'll say, Gulnar, take

away everything from me...

but please save Anarkali's life.

And I will kick you,

as you kicked me.

And I will say, I want death.

Only death! Anarkali's death!

She has snatched everything from me!

My status, my position...

my love and my life!

Anarkali's death will mean life to me!

You want to k*ll me?

No! You can't k*ll me!

It's Emperor Akbar's rule!

He's the one who'll pass justice!

Don't come any closer! I'll scream!

It'll bring the guards here...

and you'll be shamed!

You will be shamed! Come no further!

Before you succeed in

your evil designs...

I will finish you!

No, a death like this one is

too easy for a sinner like you.

I'll throw you to my lions!

They'll calm your fire of revenge

with your blood!

They'll maul you! They'll wipe

out every trace of you!

Prince!

- Get out of here!

- What are you doing, Prince?

I'll protect your life

by giving her death!

If her death gives me life,

I don't want to live at all!

- What are you saying. Anar?

- It's the truth.

I wish you knew, my love

means the life to me.

And that has nothing

to do with death.

While I live, your enemies

cannot be left alive!

Beware! If you take another step...

it'll be as good as

strangling my love.

Let her go.

I have a request to make of you.

If possible, please turn

this hatred into love.

Forgive me, sister!

Forgive me for my sin!

Don't say that.

You don't know.

I'm so ashamed of myself!

Lord, if there's anything in my heart

other than love for Anarkali...

may I burn in the fires of hell!

May I not find peace even in my grave!

Let's go, Anar.

Where's the letter?

I swear, it's not with me.

All right.

It's not with me!

So why're you running away?

Will you give it to me

or must I find it myself?

I'm getting it for you!

Anar, you don't know what

a dangerous woman Gulnar is.

- She's a venomous snake.

- God protects those in love.

- I've made up my mind, Anar.

- What?

It's time now for the Emperor

to get to know about my love.

- Really? And how?

- The Emperor's birthday approaches.

On that day,

he forgets the worries of the world...

and gives himself up to

joy and merriment.

Where the Empire goes to sleep,

love is awakened.

- Will you then?

- No.

At the celebrations

in the Glass Palace...

an Anarkali, high on love, will dance

and to regale the gathering.

Everything in the world will be

swaying and dancing.

All the courtiers

and distinguished elders...

even the Emperor himself will

come alive to the revelry.

At a time like that,

I will ask him for your hand.

- And he won't be able to refuse you?

- No, never!

The Glass Palace will bring for us

the message of a new life.

The Glass Palace will bring for you

not the message of life...

but the message of death.

You're kicking up a storm today.

Wait till she gets ready.

Then you'll see.

The charm, the airs...

whom is the lightning

going to strike?

If I have permission,

may I dress her up?

She's ready already.

See if there's something missing.

No one survives this intoxication.

Go on.

Once the drug takes effect,

her feet will falter...

her eyes will glaze over and

the secret of her love will be out.

Where has my destiny...

brought me today?

Glass everywhere...

makes a mockery of me

Anarkali, get a hold on yourself.

Do not blame me...

for passing out

It would be an insult...

to my helpless love

In my love, my feet stagger...

and the world thinks

I have arrived drunk

One who sheds tears

all day and night...

is ordered to make people laugh

The world thinks

I have arrived drunk

Helplessly in love with someone...

I have walked to him,

but he does not come to me

The world thinks

I have arrived drunk

The one for whom

I have ruined my life...

sits there, with the heart

he has stolen from me

The world thinks

I have arrived drunk

For how long shall you hide?

Look at me in the eye

Meet my gaze

But you wouldn't even care

if I lost my life

The world thinks

I have walked in, drunk

In my love, my feet stagger...

and the world thinks

I have arrived drunk

Anarkali!

It's only about love.

Take her into custody!

Take away everything from me!

The throne of Hindustani...

the luxuries of the palace

and the riches! I want nothing!

I want only Anarkali! I will think

you have given me everything!

- What if your father does not agree?

- You can tell him then...

that he won't find me alive.

He'll find my corpse tomorrow.

He can then take out a procession

of my funeral and have his way!

You want me to give

Anarkali to Salim?

And make a courtesan

the Queen of Hindustan?

You know what a queen is?

She's a goddess of virtue

and sacrifice.

She's a mother to her subjects,

Like you are, Queen.

Not a tr*mp, a woman who is

nothing but a plaything!

I wholeheartedly agree

with what you say.

But if you had any idea

of what I am going through.

What's the matter?

Tell me.

I'll rescue you. Then we'll

not be so helpless and distraught.

Love shall be free again.

And there will be only you and me.

That's what you always say.

You're a prince, after all.

- That's your compulsion.

- Compulsion? Because I'm a prince?

The only son of Jalaluddin Akbar.

The only heir to the Moghul throne!

The heir to Hindustan's throne!

Is that is why you've been

tied in chains, Anar?

I swear it on you! I will

bring about a bloodbath!

This regime will exist no more.

The Moghuls will cease to be!

- There will be no Akbar, no Salim...

- Come to your senses, Prince!

What are you talking about? Those in

love don't talk about bloodshed.

Don't say such things, Anar.

It's precisely this attitude that has

weakened my resolve.

Whether the regime exists or not,

whether the empire exists or not...

whether Salim becomes the

emperor or not...

you and I will live and die together.

That is what I have decided.

- This is a rebellion!

- No.

It's the call of love!

- Your Majesty...

- You dare!

The Prince has declared

a rebellion against you.

He's leading troops

to attack the royal palace.

Salim has rebelled?

Man Singh!

- Hear that, Queen?

- Salim is still a child.

He doesn't know many youngsters

of his age.

I'll go and placate him.

What have you done, Shekhu?

A son brings pride to his mother

before his father.

And you make me bow my head

in shame forever.

Defeat! Defeat for Akbar!

Defeat for the Moghul empire!

From whom?

From a trampish sl*ve!

For the sake of a sl*ve, he wants

to fight against his parents.

He wants to wipe out

the Moghul empire.

- At your service, Sire.

- Man Singh...

take royal troops to combat Salim.

Bring him here, dead or alive.

No, brother!

You are Salim's uncle!

Do not k*ll my son!

- It's the order of the Emperor, sister.

- Don't be so cruel, Emperor!

How will Salim ever fight

the royal forces?

- I will brook no rebellion.

- It isn't anyone else...

who's rebelling. It's our

own flesh and blood, Salim!

Even if he brings his troops,

captures us and kills us...

he'll still remain our son.

We are his parents.

We'll lay down our lives

for his happiness.

Is that a Rajput woman speaking?

A lioness? The Queen of Hindustan?

Yes. Because I'm a mother first.

Everything else comes afterwards.

A mother can give away all she has

for the sake of her son's life.

I don't want the regime.

I don't want these luxuries!

All I want is my son!

Only my son!

You had once yourself told me...

that the scales of our justice must

never waver, even for our son.

Do you want history to say that

when the occasion arose...

Akbar's life was blotted

with the love of his son?

You say that because you are

only an Emperor. Not a father!

Give it a thought.

Did we seek favors at

temples and mosques?

Did we invoke the Gods for a son...

so that our own forces would one day

turn his enemies?

Think of those days when

Salim used to fall ill...

and we spent days and nights

sitting at his bedside.

We used to pray for his life.

Was it so that our royal forces

will claim his life today?

Very well, Queen.

I will personally go

to battle with Salim.

All alone, at that.

No, Emperor, you cannot go!

Salim is a rebel.

His blood is boiling.

He might raise his hand at you!

No, I'm not letting you go!

What do you want me

to do, Queen?

Your decisions are all

very strange, Emperor.

You want to gift me my son and

snatch my husband's life from me.

But a Hindu woman has forever

sacrificed her son for her husband.

Man Singh, the Queen of

Hindustan orders you.

Take the royal forces to combat

the rebellion started by Salim.

Bring that worthless boy here,

dead or alive.

The Emperor of Hindustan wishes to

go to battle himself, Queen.

If Salim, with Moghul blood in his

veins, can get down to a rebellion...

he is also the son

of a Rajput woman.

His eyes will certainly show respect

and honor for his father.

What father and what son

in a battle, Emperor?

Whose life will I pray for?

Your husband has a request

to make of you, Queen.

You must pray for Salim's life.

It's okay if I die.

But if something happens to Salim...

the Moghul empire's heir

will be wiped out!

- To Salim, the Emperor of Hindustan.

- Glory be!

To the Moghul empire, glory be!

Amen.

My dear man, you have taken the most

important step of your youth today.

I want to congratulate you.

One who comes alone either

comes with a message of peace...

or wishes to prove his supremacy.

No, Emperor Akbar has come to test

the daring of a rebel.

You can test my daring

only in the b*ttlefield.

Salim, to fight the Moghul forces

is not an easy task.

As a father, I do not want my son

to face defeat in the battle.

I want to see you succeed, Salim.

But Salim will not capture

a lone man...

and insult his bravery!

Insult for a rebel?

A successful rebel

is not a rebel!

True, but success you will have...

only when you apply your

father's blood on your forehead.

Shekhu, your mother wishes to

light lamps for your success.

Go and light those lamps.

Give her the news of your success.

Pick up your spear, Shekhu!

A father's chest eagerly awaits

his son's spear to pierce it!

This is the chest on which

you once rested your head, Shekhu.

Oh soldiers of Emperor Akbar,

you have been misled.

Your chief is helpless.

To Jalaluddin Akbar,

the Emperor of Hindustan...

Glory be!

Present the offenders in court.

My child!

The accused Nadira,

alias Anarkali...

is accused of treason,

ensnarement and rebellion.

The accused Salim.

Crown Prince...

- son of Jalaluddin Akbar...

- Hold it.

I have no parents.

It is my misfortune

that I have no parents.

If I had any parents, they would

have been here with me.

Like that mother there.

Sorrowful, grieving...

at her daughter's plight,

almost going mad.

If she could, she would bite open

the shackles at her daughter's feet.

Else, she'd bang her head on the

ground and give up her life.

My son!

Please enter it in the records.

The accused Salim has no father.

I'm a rebel! I know a rebel

gets a death sentence!

So give me a death sentence!

No! The confession to a crime

is not evidence of the crime.

My Lord, what would the accused have

gained from a rebellion?

Riches, throne? What was it

that he did not have...

or that he did not have a right to?

So why would he rebel?

- For the sake of love.

- Exactly.

For the accused, the rebellion

was an act of emotions.

He did take up arms,

but out of innocence.

His rebellion is nothing more than

an act of rebellion against a father.

Parents do always forgive their

children's trespasses, Lord.

The accused is indeed at fault,

but he's not guilty.

I beg the royal court for a pardon

to the accused Salim, Lord.

What do the other courtiers

have to say?

Lord, the accused Salim

should be released.

- He may be forgiven.

- He may be spared, Lord.

Issue the orders, Lord!

Issue the order

for his release, Lord.

To acquaint the court with the truth,

I will now tell you...

something that goes against

the grain of the Rajputs.

But it's a question of

Hindustan's future.

May God forgive me.

It's Anarkali who instigated

Salim into a rebellion!

That's a lie!

A fabrication!

Silence. You may carry on.

She's the one who committed the crime,

who wouldn't relent despite warnings.

But she thought a rebellion

was a better option.

She had strung dreams

around the rebellion...

and she encouraged Salim to rebel,

so that her dreams would be fulfilled.

- Anarkali is the offender, not Salim!

- Justice, Emperor! I want justice!

Everyone saves his own kin.

But to be compassionate with others

is the hallmark of a emperor.

You know what your son has done.

But it is my blood that runs

in my daughter's veins.

I swear it on that blood!

She is not guilty!

She's the one to whom you gave riches,

but she rejected them.

If she wished, she could even

have asked you for your throne.

And you couldn't have refused her.

But she wouldn't even take

love as charity.

If she is guilty,

I ask the world...

who is innocent? What is law?

Where is justice?

Before you declare my daughter

a criminal, you must...

Mother!

Before you snatch my daughter from me,

you must snatch a son from his mother!

No, Mother! Don't say that!

No one is the criminal.

Not the prince, not I.

But if love is a crime,

we are indeed criminals.

But I ask you, Emperor...

why do you hold me guilty

of this crime?

It's because you don't

like the idea of my love.

The love of a sl*ve

with a prince.

The love of the poor

with the rich.

But I ask you again, Emperor,

are the poor not human?

Was it God who made differences

between the rich and the poor?

Do not grief and sorrow affect

the rich and the poor alike?

Is the blood of the rich, blood?

And ours, water?

So why these differences between

the rich and the poor?

Why do we face these consequences

when we fall in love?

If there is a law that declares

such a love to be a crime...

it stands on a foundation of injustice.

It is the duty of human beings

to fight against it.

Girl! You will be punished with death

for offending the law.

I will say it again,

at the top of my voice!

Ours was not a rebellion!

It was the call of love!

It was a struggle for justice!

It was a w*r against tyranny!

Oh Lord of Justice...

before you pass sentence,

do remember...

that this is not the final court.

There is a court far greater

than this court.

The Court of God.

There, you shall be asked

to account for your justice.

Lord Almighty, grant unto me

strength and wisdom.

I find myself to be a weak father.

It is proved that the accused

Salim and Anarkali...

showed no faith in royal justice,

took the law into their hands...

and staged a rebellion

against the regime.

The accused Salim and Nadira

are guilty of treason, disobedience...

contempt of court and insult

to the Emperor Akbar.

Both are sentenced to death.

Lord, the courtiers seek

an audience with you.

Queen, stay with me.

The courtiers have assembled here

to request Your Majesty...

to reconsider your decision.

Should it be considered then that the

Emperor did not issue the decision...

after due consideration?

We come only with a petition

of mercy, oh Queen.

But rebels have always been

given a death sentence.

There is a difference between the prince

and other rebels, Your Majesty.

- Why?

- He's dear not only to you...

he's dear to all of us. He's the heir

to the throne of Hindustan.

In the eyes of the law, however,

he is a criminal.

There is no law for

kings and emperors, Lord.

Is that what the courtiers

of Akbar say?

Nobody is above the law.

Not you, not I, not my son.

Undoubtedly. But the laws have to be

compromised at times...

- to save the situation.

- What does that mean?

The Prince is the only heir

of the Moghul empire.

If he does not live,

the lineage will cease to exist!

- This empire will cease to exist.

- It isn't families that run empires.

It's principles that run it.

To save my family...

I cannot ignore the law.

I cannot betray my conscience

and compromise my integrity.

God has given me the power

to sit in justice.

Will I be able to face God

on the Day of Reckoning?

My forefathers' souls

will heap ridicule on me.

They will say that I k*lled justice

for the sake of my son's life.

- But...

- I don't want to listen to anything!

Even if the name of Moghul

is wiped out...

it's impossible for me

to spare Salim's life.

That is not possible!

As much right as you have to Salim,

we Rajputs have a right, too.

Salim is a symbol of

Hindu-Muslim unity.

The Rajputs gave their daughter

to marry you...

because the son of the Rajputs and the

Moghuls would be the ruler of Hindustan.

And the Rajputs had put their swords

back in their sheaths.

You want to wipe out that

fact from history.

But we Rajputs won't

let you do that.

The Rajputs might very well draw

their swords again to save him...

Raja Man Singh!

Do not cross your limits.

Emperor, Queen, we have erred

only out of emotions.

Don't get carried away

by your emotions.

Look at the Emperor's state.

At daybreak tomorrow, his only son

will be delivered to death.

You may leave now.

Prince, give me death!

I'm the reason for your ruin!

I was the one that exposed

your secret!

I am the one who's responsible

for your impending death!

k*ll me! Please!

Deliver me from this life!

No! A few moments after our death,

Anar and I will be united again.

We shall be rid of the world.

Forever and forever.

Away from the eyes

of a filthy woman like you!

I don't want to k*ll you. Else, your

soul will follow us even there!

Go away, Gulnar.

You shall live on.

- All alone.

- No, Prince! No!

I'm in love with you, too.

I can't live without you!

Exactly! You will live and

burn in the fires of hell!

- No, Prince.

- Soldiers!

- Don't separate me from you!

- Take her away!

I'll go mad, Prince!

I'll go mad without you!

I'll go insane!

Life is rendered helpless

All we have is despair

Are we the only ones

who suffer this fate?

Or is God above watching us?

Oh Lord, what has

life brought us to?

Why is life a story of

sorrow and helplessness?

Even as You watch...

the world continues to punish us

ls love a crime?

Do please tell me

Why is our happiness plundered

even as we reach our goal?

Oh Lord, what has

life brought us to?

Why is life a story of

sorrow and helplessness?

I have just this request

to make of You...

Allah, do keep alive in the world

the name of lovers

Or else, death is the only

consequence for those in love

Anar...

Prince...

It's time for us

to travel together.

I'm fortunate...

that you spared the time for me.

A sl*ve isn't worth the price

you're paying for me.

This is too little, Anar.

I'm ashamed...

I have nothing more precious

than life to give away for you.

Soldier!

I have been so unlucky for you.

Don't say that. Unless love is

painted in the hues of blood...

it's not worthwhile.

- You ought to be happy.

- Yes.

On the one hand, I'm happy

to have your heart.

On the other...

I can't be happy to take your life.

Don't grieve, Anar.

Lovers are often star-crossed.

It's a matter of pride

that I walk with you.

You must congratulate me

for my loyalty.

That's what I'm thankful for.

But how I wish you

were unfaithful.

Are you afraid of

the journey ahead?

Of death? Not at all.

That you are with me...

your memories, your thoughts,

are all with me.

Go away now.

Someone might overhear us.

May God protect you.

May God protect you.

To those who are to die...

may God be the protector.

Has the Queen been widowed

even as Emperor Akbar lives?

No, Emperor.

My husband still lives.

- So what makes you wear that attire?

- It's my son's wedding.

Present the offenders.

The mother may bid her son farewell.

I give her permission.

Shekhu!

My son!

Look at the mother who comes

to bid farewell to her son.

But where are you going anyway, my son?

From one mother's lap to another.

Mother, my son has been brought up

with a lot of love and care.

Take good care of him.

My son, remember your

mother's helplessness.

It'll make your journey easier.

To the lord of riches,

and everyone present here...

I extend my congratulations

on this happy occasion.

The Prince, whom everyone

in this great land...

wished to see some day on the

throne of the mighty Moghuls...

to keep the justice of the Emperor

alive, is being sacrificed today.

Perhaps there are some who doubt

the Emperor's sense of justice.

They are mistaken. Because the

Emperor never makes a mistake.

Man Singh, this is no time

for sermons. Obey my command.

Obey!

Obey!

Obey!

What do I see, Man Singh?

Silence?

A silent rebellion?

But that won't happen!

Akbar's orders shall

not be disregarded!

Shahbaz Khan!

Jashn Singh!

Obey my orders!

Man Singh, I entrust this

task to you.

Emperor, we Rajputs wield the swords

only on the battlefields.

Please spare us the t*rture

of those that behead.

Man Singh! I will blow

this conspiracy to smithereens!

I will trample this dangerous

uprising under my feet!

Emperor Akbar shall not see

the walls of the mighty Moghuls...

crumble, while he lives! My faith

shall not crumble before my eyes!

Raja Man Singh, I will today write a

new chapter in Hindustan's history.

I will myself take this sentence of

justice to its logical conclusion.

Allah, Your humble servant...

strives to uphold

Your laws on earth.

If my voice be Your voice,

if my verdict be Your decision...

grant strength to my hands

and courage to my heart.

Amen.

Emperor, your prayer has

the same effect...

that Hazrat lbrahim's prayer had,

when he sacrificed his son.

History is witness to how the son

accepted death with a smile.

And history shall bear testimony

to the fact...

that a son today yearns to fulfill

his father's sense of justice.

Step forward, Emperor. If it is

my face that prevents you...

if it is the blood of your son

that weakens you...

blindfold your eyes and mine.

It will make the sacrifice easier.

Allah! The pride of Emperor Akbar

is reflected in a criminal's eyes.

That I face defeat in my endeavor

is proof of my wrong decision.

My weak admission loses

to your resolve.

I set you free.

Release the poor Anarkali, too.

Where is Anarkali?

Where have they taken her?

- Why don't you speak?

- I don't know, sire.

Orders were to take her

to an isolated place...

- to be buried alive.

- Allah!

Go immediately and look everywhere!

Set her free, wherever she is.

Those are the royal orders!

True life is his...

who gives himself up

to someone else...

and loses himself in love

Hearts that could not meet

in this world...

shall meet in God's world

Love shall blossom...

in God's paradise

Even if life is lost in love,

it matters not

True life is his...

who gives himself up

to someone else...

and loses himself in love

My story shall make them weep

So will the lamp

that is lit on my tomb

Even in the wilderness

shall this bud blossom

Do not call this a tomb

It's a palace of love

True life is his...

who gives himself up

to someone else...

and loses himself in love

Twilight, I welcome

I embrace this evening

of my life

In you, I shall immerse myself

I shall forget the world

If only I could see him once

I'd say good-bye

Good-bye, good-bye

Adieu

Farewell

This grave is a symbol of love

Of the poignant saga of love

Of the wait for the bee...

lies here Anarkali