Courtside Lyrics English Translation – Karan Aujla

Oh yaar saare tape de ni, South te kaleshi aa,
Naal baitha born, Canada jamma desi aa.
All my friends play loud music, they’re troublemakers from the South.
Though he’s born in Canada, he’s desi (traditional) by heart.

Ni kurte naal sohniye, snapback’an paa liyaan,
Pairan vich chalda, Rakane modde ghesiyan.
Girl, you wear a kurti with a snapback (cap) stylishly,
Wearing designer shoes, and Rakane (likely referring to a crew) walks with guns on shoulders.

Ni jado kolon langhdi, siraa-e ho gaya,
Kudiye menu ishq niraa-e ho gaya,
Ni tere pichhe chakkda si kal nakhro,
Nikle aa jaan da, bachayi ho gaya.
When you walked past me, I was blown away,
Girl, I fell in pure love.
Yesterday I was chasing you for your attitude,
Now I feel like you saved my life.

Ni do hi kaam Jatt nu – feel layi ya pehli ae,
Baazi puri pakki ae, ni dehle di ni nehli ae.
This Jatt has only two priorities — either feelings or his first love.
The game is fully set, nothing is half-hearted here.

Ni ajj tak laya ni Rakane panga mull da,
Ek vaari aakh de, ladai mull lai layi ae.
Till today, Rakane hasn’t fought for no reason,
Just say the word, and we’ll fight for your worth.

Ni ban-ban aunde aa eh tan toliyan,
Rolliyan gutt’an te utte paun boliyan.
These groups keep coming all dressed up,
Tying up their hair buns and showing off their quotes (maybe tattoos or bold attitude).

Ni khabbi seat khaali mere saare yaaran di,
Baariyan Rakane layi ni kade kholiyan.
The left seat is always reserved for my bros,
We don’t open our windows for just anyone.

Ni ekko teri gaaniyan dikhaundi tu thakdi,
Sadde 14 carat’an ni cheezaan dekh Jatt di.
You get tired of showing off your same one car,
Come see the Jatt’s 14-carat lifestyle and belongings.

Tainu vi bana deyan ni Cartier da kangna,
Kinne sohni lagengi Rakane dekh ke jachdi.
I can get you a Cartier bracelet too,
You’ll look so beautiful — it’ll suit the Rakane vibe.

Ni ghogiyan uddaiyan na kabutri kudey,
Ghodiyan bhajaiyan bas nukkri kudey,
Shukar karida biba uth tadke,
Ni niyat ni yaaran di, beshukri nude.
Girl, don’t send flying kisses like a dove,
We ride horses (real action), not just hang on corners.
We thank God for rising early,
Our intentions are clean, so don’t take them for granted.

Ni LA vich LV main laike dawan paun nu,
Boardside chale naal dekhe Lebron nu,
Dass menu kitthey di karava kara ticket’an?
Tere layi main vehla, ohda time hai ni saun nu.
I shop for LV in LA and let the fragrance fly,
We walk courtside and watch Lebron play.
Tell me, where do you want the tickets from?
I’m free for you — unlike others, I don’t sleep away time.

Saanu laggi raub di hawa-e hor ae,
Ni jithe saddi pakdi tabahi hor ae,
Mere naal chal dekhi dil lagda,
Ni mittraan de pind di hawa-e hor ae.
We move in a vibe of royalty, something different,
Where we step in, destruction follows.
Come with me and feel the connection,
The vibe from my village is something else.

Ni firde aa bukkde, yaari ch ni lukda,
Fan teri look da, ohda ni chheti jhukkda.
They keep drooling, but true friendship doesn’t hide.
I’m a fan of your looks, but I won’t bow down so easily.

Ni assi kade aapde layi nahi kujh mangeya,
Kudey teri sukh layi maikhane fira sukhda.
We’ve never asked for anything for ourselves,
But girl, for your happiness, I wander around wine shops, seeking peace.

Ni kal hi chadhaya gatta gud da kudey,
Takde shakki aa, fira udd’da kudey.
Just yesterday I drank raw jaggery liquor, girl,
Now I’m flying high, even suspicious ones are watching.

Ni Baba aape vekhe, niyat saaf goriye,
Taan hi ni Rakane dana thudd’da kudey.
Even God sees our clear intentions, girl,
That’s why Rakane walks proudly without guilt.

Ni yaariyan ch khaayi da, Rakane share karke,
Bas chali janda ae, Babe di mehr karke,
Kai kehnde eda kida likh lenda Aujla,
Ohna nu dekhida Rakane fer karke.
Rakane has taken losses in friendship but shared everything,
Still moves on with God’s grace.
Many wonder how Aujla writes like this,
Let them watch Rakane — that’s the answer.

Ni chaldi aa kalam banawan tarz’an,
Geet kehndi sun ke “Haaye main mar jaan”.
Ni tu tan bas “haan” hi kehndi goriye,
Tere utte album hune kar jaan.
The pen keeps flowing, creating new styles,
The song makes her say, “Oh, I could die for this!”
Girl, you only say “yes” sweetly,
I’ll make an entire album about you now.

Ni chehre utte laali aa, Manali jehi lagdi,
Jhanjhran leyanda, addi khaali jehi lagdi,
Saari raat sunda raha main kalla baith ke,
Tu Nusrat di qawwali jehi lagdi.
There’s a pink glow on your face — you look like you’re from Manali,
With anklets jingling, your heel looks like it’s waiting for someone.
I kept listening to your voice all night, sitting alone,
You sound like a qawwali sung by Nusrat (legendary singer).

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