You are back. Hope things are fine.
Things are not fine. His father reached there.
He was very angry. He wanted to talk to Sultan in private.
Then? - Then what?
My heart is beating faster since then.
You go and find out, what happened and what not?
Me? - For Gods sake, bring the news soon.
I will wait here.
Wow Gauhar Mirza. She also wished..
..but for the news of her lover.
Umrao. Umrao.
What's the news?
Why don't you speak?
Is the news bad?
Not that bad, and not even good.
But then speak up!
There was an altercation between the father and son.
Matters came to such a level, that Nawab sir Dis-inherited his son..
..from his wealth, property..
..and maybe, maybe even from the home.
But why?
Nawab Sultan was adamant of your love..
..and his father does not like this, even a bit!
Leave me alone.
Welcome.
Are you sure that Nawab Sultan will come?
Khanum sahib, he is Nawab Faiz Ali.
Greetings. Please have a seat.
First you sit.
God bless, why this gun?
Yes? Oh! I understood.
But I have heard, that when a gun is fired in a brothel..
..that brothel becomes more popular.
But you rest assured, no bullet will be fired from my gun.
Ok, forget this gun. Bring forth your wrist.
Order, which beauty would you prefer from our brothel?
Umrao Jaan.
Umrao Jaan, won't you offer me beetle leaf?
The praises of Umrao Jaan's youth, brought me here.
Khanum sahib. Tell him, that I will not be able to give her company.
I belong to Nawab Sultan. And I remain loyal to him.
Did you listen? May God stop me from speaking lies..
..even we are helpless in front of her loyalties.
And for the time being, l am happy to see Umrao Jaan.
Greetings.
Faiz Ali sir. We also have other beauties here,
Khursheed, Bismillah, Husna, Zeenat,
You can select any one.
But no. my ill fate is, that I love Umrao Jaan.
And Umrao loves some one else.
But I am not sad. If life remains loyal, then we will meet.
A glimpse of Umrao Jaan, and the value of your time.
Thank you.
You allowed Faiz Ali a moment at your feet.
Many, many thanks for that.
Goodbye.
He is crooked, but the guy is wealthy.
Toast to Nawab Sujjat Ali.
Listen.
Go on.
I am coming soon.
I am asking, this vagabond lover..
..till when will he sit here and drink liquor?
Talk slowly, he will listen.
Let him listen, do we care about him?
I am telling you, l will not bear more.
Begum, he is my friend, try to understand.
Then maintain friendship!
Permit me. I will leave this home and go.
There is no need for you to go. Give me some time.
Ashraf Miyan. Take me to Umrao.
You. And at this time? Hope everything is fine?
I drank liquor.
I drank too much.
Won't you hit me? - why are you saying so?
He was insisting, take me to Umrao Jaan, so I brought him here.
You did a good deed. Thanks.
Nawab sir will stay with me.
Look. Come.
I am homeless, but I am not disabled.
Come..
Come.
Are you trying to advise me?
Do you think this is the first time that I am intoxicated?
I am not intoxicated since today.
Which was the ghazal?
Look at me, so that I greet you.
Greet me..
What are you saying?
But you are my crown. - Crown!
Homeless. Jobless.
Poor. Crown.
Did you didn't find any one else to joke with?
For Gods sake, don't talk like this. - Why?
You don't believe that I am homeless.
Go, and ask my father.
Nawab Sultan Ali Khan.
I was 4 months old. I pissed on his lap..
..then he picked me up and threw me on the floor.
So what if he threw me away from his life, nothing great.
Yes, there is one thing.
Will you throw me away out of your life?
What are you saying?
You are my life itself.
Even I love you more than my life.
But if you be unfaithful.
Then remember one thing..
This Pathan will cut you and throw away from his life.
Fine, cut me and throw away.
But why are you talking this way?
Things will be fine. Your father will hug you.
Amazing. Here I am, talking about our love..
..and you are talking of my father.
Is it that you feel pity for me?
I myself am worth pitying.
How can I feel pity for others?
Turn here. Let me see in your eyes.
I can clearly see.. Pity.
Pity.
And that too for your slave.
Slave.
The slaves place is not here.. it's here.
What are you doing? You be here, next to me.
No. I am your slave. - Listen.
What childishness is this? Come here. Come on the bed.
Come.. come up.
But l.. am the slave of Umrao Jaan.
Slave.
So then even I am your slave. Even I will sit here.
It's okay. We will sleep here itself.
Okay, sleep here itself.
Here Khanum. Will it look good?
Khursheed, look at this.
How fine is the embroidery?
Its too fine, and very nice. It will suit you well.
Ma'am look at this. - No. its not nice.
Show me the other one. - Take this.
Show me the one below. That purple one.
Look at its embroidery.
Show me the most expensive one.
Call the Nawab Sultan here.
Take this.
I don't want this.
Greetings, Nawab Sultan sir. Come.
You sit next to me.
I came to know that you had come last night itself?
God forbid, your health was not well.
How are you now?
I am fine. - May Allah keep you fine always.
But what had happened? - No, nothing much.
There is news in the air..
..that you had an altercation with the senior Nawab Sir
Nawab sir, these things keep happening at homes.
Don't take umbrage to my talks.
And as far as I know him..
..all the wealth is in the hands of senior Nawab sir.
Whenever he wishes he can be generous..
..and when he wishes, he will close his palms.
But, Khanum sahab.. - You don't interfere.
I was explaining the worldly matters to him.
May God forbid me from speaking lies, Nawab sir.
Rich people like you give the status to a courtesan.
Or then, what is the value of an poor courtesan?
If she falls in love, what will she eat then?
A courtesan has only one relative, and that is wealth.
You said the right thing.
Khanum sahib, Nawab Sultan has.. - You interfered again?
Okay forget these talks. Look, these are the shawls.
If you be generous, because of you..
..at this old age, l may purchase a shawl.
The fool is quoting a price of 5000..
Now you say, where do I get such a big amount from?
Greetings.
Faiz Ali sir! Greetings.
Come, be seated.
Khanum sahib, if you are looking at me for the shawl..
..then I am not ashamed to say..
..that I don't have money with me.
The matter of shame is for most of the Nawab's from Awadh.
My luck! Now I am reduced to this state!
That for a rag like this, I have to plead to such rich folks!
Take this necklace. It was gifted by the Nawab Sultan himself!
Take this, and purchase the shawl.
She is speaking lies.
I did not give this necklace.
Nawab Sultan, you are our dearest guest.
You can stay here as long as you wish..
..but if someone says that, such a rich Nawab..
..is surviving on a courtesans generosity..
..then won't I drag my claws at his face?
I beg your pardon, but the matter is dragging too long.
Take this. And hand over the shawl to Khanum sahib.
And yes, I will buy one more.. for Umrao Jaan.
And if you both wish, I will buy for both of you too.
Now I wish to leave.
But before I leave I wish to say..
..that by weighing love on the scales of wealth..
..you have not only insulted me, but the whole humanity.
Looks like you are not accustomed to reality, Nawab sir.
Actually the truth is this, Khanum sahib..
..that I am the Nawab, and you a brothel keeper.
Where are you going? Stop.
Even I will come along with you.
No, Umrao. You cannot come with me.
You will stay here and wait for me.
The people who have abused you..
..I cannot stay with them for a moment.
So will you increase my difficulties?
As it is I am wandering in the wilderness.
Try to understand, Umrao.
I can fight the whole world..
..but cannot wipe what is written in fate.
And struggling is my destiny now.
And waiting is in your destiny now.
This wait is going to take my life.
Goodbye.
What is this condition?
Come on, get up and get ready.
Faiz Ali khan is waiting downstairs.
But Khanum sahib, I love Nawab Sultan.. - Forget him.
Nawab Sultan is a dream.
And a courtesans eyes are not for watching dreams..
..they are there for showing dreams.
To entice people.
But Nawab Sultan is not a dream, he is a reality.
And I love him.
Love! Umrao Jaan, this lavish life does not run on love..
..it runs with the support of wealth.
It's fine. Nawab Sultan will return..
.. and will bring wealth with him.
What happens tomorrow I don't know.
Speak of today.
Today Nawab Sultan is penniless, and Faiz Ali wealthy
Shake away that penniless persons hand..
..and grab Faiz Ali's robes.
There is benefit in this.. ours.. and also yours!
There is nothing to gain by crying.
Dear, we all are trapped in this situation.
Even you.. and even me.
Even you!
Quoting a verse by Ghalib..
'lt takes a life time for to get my wishes come through..
..I may not live to see the day, when your tresses oblige me'
Sir, your slave is ready.
Slave? You are the queen of my heart.
The one who is sold, how can she be a queen?
Only my heart can decide of this.
No one else!
But no one will listen to the decision of my heart.
Why wont listen? I will listen, and keep listening for ever.
But will not abandon the search for happiness.
The happiness that you search..
she is no more than a living corpse, nothing else!
And a corpse is meant for a grave.
Not worthy of love.
For Gods sake don't talk this way.
You better kill me, but don't kill my desire.
I will surely achieve my happiness.
Very few people keep..
..the promises they make.
Don't fall in love, because there is only sadness in love.
If I am not able to meet you, don't have desire for me.
You are under my oath.
You are under my oath, don't have craving for me.
If I am not able to meet you, don't have desire for me.
You are under my oath.
You are under my oath, don't have desire for me.
If I am not able to meet you, don't have desire for me.
The one whom I love, he has a strange habit.
Sometimes turn your head away, sometimes stop talking.
You are under my oath, don't have craving for me.
If I am not able to meet you, don't have desire for me.
I wish to see only you.. only you.
I had loved some one, look at my condition now.
The mistake that I committed, you don't ever commit it.
You are under my oath, don't have craving for me.
If I am not able to meet you, don't have desire for me.
Faiz Ali!
You had told the truth. Without a heart you are a living corpse.
But Faiz Ali will surely bring this corpse to life..
..or, will convert into a dead body!
Ashraf sir. - Hold it for a moment!
Greetings. - Greetings.
How are you? - I am alive.
Do me a favour.
If you know whereabouts of Sultan sir, then tell me.
The news is that, his uncle..
..Nazimuddin has taken him along to Garhi.
Garhi!
Yes, he is the senior officer there.
Is this uncle the same whose daughters name is Saba?
The one with whom his father wished to get him married?
Yes. He is the same. Your guess is right.
Okay, I am leaving. Take care of yourself.
Greetings. - Greetings.
Come on Zafar.
Greetings.
What are you doing?
Come. Have a seat.
Even you sit, next to me.
Look, on your saying, l have left my desire too.
And I have also left my craving.
At allow me to serve you.
What did you say? To serve is our duty.
You don't even like my company.
Where did I say that?
Then come with me, in the open air.
You must be feeling stifled her.
Not for ever, just for a month.
Where? - To my place, at Daulatabad.
But where is Daulatabad?
Too far from here, even away from Kanpur.
We will go via Garhi
Via Garhi? - Yes. The nature is generous on me.
Even your heart will blossom.
You said it right. I feel stifled here.
I will come with you. But.. Khanum sahib?
When you are ready to accompany me..
..you should not have fear of Khanum sahib, not any one.
May I leave?
Umrao, you have insisted to go along with Faiz Ali..
..and I have received my desired remuneration.
My blessings are with you.
But my heart is troubled very much.
Look dear, however our world is, it is our own.
The world outside is very ugly.
We may not have fame, but whatever we do, we do it truthfully.
We do it honestly, not with deceit, or cheating.
What sort of world will you find after going out?
My heart shudders thinking of this.
God is great.
I was coming to meet you, Moulvi sir.
I am going. - Where?
Along with Faiz Ali. For one month.
With Faiz Ali?
I will reach Garhi with Faiz Ali.
Nawab Sultan is there itself.
I wish to spend my life at his feet.
Bless me, that my wish comes true. - Amen.
May God keep you happy.
But dear, don't turn around and return here.
But you don't tell the matter of Garhi to anyone.
You go carefree. My every breath blesses you.
When you had arrived here, no one was my own. No one!
You came and I found a daughter.
Today I am bidding farewell to that daughter with joy.
If your father would be here..
..he would have given many things on your farewell
But I do not have anything apart from blessings.
For Gods sake don't talk like this.
You are the richest father in the world.
What not did you give? Love, affection, knowledge..
..because of these, I can face this selfish world.
Wherever I will be, I will remember you always.
Take care of your self.
Now please leave.. or else I will cry.
You don't bid farewell to anyone crying.
Please leave.
What have you have done, God, don't do this again.
In my next birth, don't bring me back as a daughter.
May God be with you.
In my next birth, don't bring me back as a daughter.
I'll be going for a while, you will have to wait for some time here.
Yes.
Who are these horsemen?
Are they with you?
Yes, they are my soldier's of my kingdom.
Come.
Greetings. - Greetings.
The ma'am will stay here for a while.
Of course. - Thank you.
You are leaving me alone here?
This is Gods abode. There is no safer place than this.
I will just come back in a jiffy.
You relax here.
There is loneliness, there is sadness, there is destruction.
When you are not with me?
The court is deserted, my heart is also deserted, there is wilderness.
When you are not with me.
Its Gods grace you came back.
Rest here for some time.
Oh God, what happened to his hand?
Nothing much. It was a small incident, he must have got injured.
Come, collect your things, we will have to leave.
Be quick!
And where is your gun?
Maybe it must have fallen down in that incident.
Come.
Greetings.
Come.
You move back.
Dacoit Faiz Ali, since many years I wanted to catch you.
Finally today you are in my grasp.
We have been following you since last night.
All your comrades have been caught. And now it's your turn.
Take them all to Garhi, and also these women.
Mr. Sultan, all your troubles were in Lucknow..
..so I brought you here.
But it looks like Lucknow has followed you here too.
Has Father come? - No, dear. Umrao has reached here.
Umrao?
But she is not alone.
She has been arrested along with Faiz Ali..
..the dacoit, and his gang.
And she is our custody.
Faiz Ali dacoit.. but he is a Nawab.
No Mister, he is the dacoit..
..whom we have been searching since many years.
No. This thing cannot be believed.
Dear Sultan, just go by the looks.
Looks can be deceptive.
Can I meet him? - Why not? Anytime.
And he came to meet me.
I felt that my destination is itself coming to embrace me.
And once again my troubled life played a joke on me.
And before reaching me, that scoundrel Faiz Ali met him.
Sultan Khan.
Garhi. Now I understood.
Thanks for your favour.
Thanks for what?
You buy shawls to cover others bodies..
..when I saw your naked body, then.. I felt pity on you.
Finally the truth is out in the open.
Nawab Faiz Ali! He is proved as dacoit Faiz Ali.
Sultan khan. Where are you going? - What is it to you?
It means that if you are going to meet Jaan..
..I mean Umrao Jaan, then you will have to take my permission..
..because she is now my keep.
What rubbish are you talking?
Because the moment you left her, she melted like wax, in my arms.
I am not interested in listening to any words against her.
You will be happy to know, that innocent girl..
..has come with me willingly.
The one you are calling innocent.. she is a courtesan.
And the courtesans humbleness and loyalty..
..both are her wealth. Only wealth.
And it is obvious, that a dacoit has no dearth of wealth.
False!
The decision between true and false..
..you can sit with Umrao and discuss.
God promise. You will sense my fragrance in her breath.
Faiz Ali! - Yes. You don't believe?
Come here.
If you don't believe..
..just have a look at her right thigh, you will find a big mole.
Looks like you have already seen it. Why?
Umrao you will live. But like a dead body.
Madam. Sultan sir has called you.
Greetings, sir. Umrao Jaan.
You all leave. Now she is under my custody. - Yes, sir.
You.. why did you drink liquor?
Now that I have come.
I had drunk liquor for the fist time..
..because I had left the world and come to you.
And now I am drinking liquor because I am leaving you.
Are you leaving me? Surely you must be joking.
You joke with your own, not with strangers.
So now I am a stranger. Now you will marry somebody else.
Now I am going to marry Saba.
Saba.. when I came to know that you are in Garhi.
I was scared that something like this will surely happen.
I am asking you what happened to those promises.
Those promises of living and dying together.
That ring, and those symbols of love.
Why? Why are you pushing me out of your life?
What is my mistake? What crime have I committed?
I have the right to ask.
You had the right. The Umrao, the one who was loyal..
..but I am sorry to say that she is dead.
The moment.. The moment when she handed herself..
..over to someone else in her greed for wealth.
What.. What are you saying?
Remember what I had told you.
The day you become disloyal.
This son of Pathan will cut you and throw you away from his life.
I have met your buyer, Faiz Ali, the dacoit.
God is my witness. I had used him as a medium to reach you.
By selling your soul. And by making a deal with your body.
This is a lie. He is misleading you.
And I am getting misled.
Faiz Ali can count the lines and curves on your body.
And he also recognises the mole on your body.
You very well know which mole I am talking about.
Would you like to listen to more?
Tell me. Now give me an answer.
What luck? This is a lie.
All these are lies.
For God's sake believe me. This is a lie.
The judge has given the order that..
..she be sent to Lucknow with due respect.
Don't show any dreams to these eyes..
The heart is delicate. Don't hurt it like this..
False accusations..
I will never forget your favour till the end of my life.
You had shown me the dream of freedom from the cage..
.. and today you are sending me back to the same golden cage.
I am going away from your life.. do one more favour.
The way you dropped me, remembering those..
..moments of love, the same way you shed a tear also.
Oh god! Coachman, what fire is this?
The crop has been cut, madam.
The barren land remains, it is being burned.
The old will be burnt to ashes so that the new will grow.
Look at my lover he has broken my heart.
After abandoning me midway he is settling a new life.
As like a child gets a new toy.
Plays with it for some days and then forgets.
Don't make me a doll like this who cannot even cry.
Don't bring me back as a daughter in my next birth.
Whatever you have done now, Oh God! Don't do it again.
Don't bring me back as a daughter in my next birth.
Umrao. - Bismillah.
Umrao.
How are you Guhar?
Now I am fine. That you are back.
How are you?
It's Gods grace.
We have all come to know Faiz Ali's reality.
And the tales of Sultans disloyalty.
I wish, you had learnt a lesson looking at my condition.
Life teaches many things.
Khursheed. If pain is there, let it be.
Shall I ask you a question, Umrao.
Did you ever remember us?
Where had I forgotten?
God promise, we remembered you too much.
The way there are two sisters, they always keep fighting..
..in mother's home, but when one is bid farewell..
..then the other cries and feels sad.
Where is Khanum Sahib? - She is inside.
She is not feeling well.
Umrao. - Khanum sahib.
You have returned, dear. Look at your condition.
May God forbid me from speaking a lie..
..I knew from day one, that you will surely return..
..after experiencing life's difficulties.
Did you see? The ugly face of the world outside.
Khanum sahib.
I wont ask you and you don't need to say anything, dear.
This is your own home. There is always room for you here.
Now, how is your health?
When the daughter has returned..
..the mother will surely be fine.
Aunty. Aunty.
Maulvi sir.
Aunty.
Who has kept this cot upside down?
When you already know that it is a bad omen.
No dear.
Why? - Because your Moulvi sir,..
..now will never bring sweets for you.
Father!
So you have returned finally.
You travelled to Garhi in search of that scoundrel.
Now he belongs to someone else.
It is fine. Maybe God wanted this.
We stay together.
What rubbish are you talking? Are you drunk?
God knows, that I have never seen you in that way.
So look at me now.
I am not that bad.
What is this Guhar? Come to your senses.
Umrao Jaan, what not did I do for your love.
I have become a pimp from a Nawab.
I kept bringing and sending your messages from your lover.
I was waiting for just this moment.
Gauhar! Gauhar!
I was coming to terms with my shattered life.
That one more storm came upon me.
A very big storm, which engulfed whole of the nation
To control the freedom fighters..
..the British also attacked Lucknow.
The lanes of Lucknow, reminded me of Karbala.
Then the British declared that..
The spark of revolt that started from Meerut..
..spread like wild fire throughout the country.
Crushing the heads of freedom fighters..
..the British got control of Delhi..
..now they are heading towards Awadh.
They have now reached the lanes of Lucknow!
Oh God! Some one has cast an evil eye on Lucknow.
May god bless us, Khanum sahib, the times are bad.
May God bless!
This, Gauhar Mirza cannot be seen since few days.
Does any one know where has he gone?
Forget him, he must be lying somewhere with some girl.
Oh God! Gauhar Mirza! What happened?
Gauhar Mirza, blood! What happened?
Not only me, Khanum sahib.
The whole of Awadh is awash in blood.
To tackle the revolt, the British have started bombarding.
People are being hanged at the gallows.
And the children..
..children are being hanged up side down on the trees!
By God! These are the days of calamity!
Some body get the ointment and apply to him.
Don't worry about me, Khanum sahib..
..don't be anxious about me, you take every one with you..
..and leave from here.
Now, no one is safe in Lucknow..
Nothing is safe in Lucknow.
Is the operation of the British only against the revolters..
..or against common citizens?
In their eyes, the whole of Awadh is revolting.
I have picked up this sword, only because of Awadh.
Finally the royal blood is coming through.
The Nawabi blood has finally handed a sword in your hand.
I am proud of you. May God be always with you.
Now don't waste time, Khanum sahib.
You take all of them and leave from the back door.
I am going along with my comrades to confront the cruel.
Come on.. pack your belongings.. be fast.
Khanum sahib, where will we go? - Anywhere.
We will move towards Nepal.
Come! Come! Come!
Gauhar.. I have forgiven you.
Goodbye! - Goodbye.
Take care of your selves.
May God aid you in reaching safely. Goodbye.
Goodbye. But you will also come with us, isn't it, mother?
No. I will not leave! - But why?
Where there is Khanum's brothel..
..even Khanum will remain there.
If the brothel turns into ashes, even Khanum will go down with it.
What are you saying, mother? Come along with us.
Bismillah, I have always been strict with you..
..see to it, that in this fear, I am not accused of being unfair.
Because I am not only your mother..
..but mother to every girl of this brothel.
Please forgive me.
Mother! Mother! Mother!
Go. Go now. Hussaini, now I am handing over all of them to you.
Protect them! - Mother. Mother.
Go..
Go!
And our caravan reached Faizabad..
Bismillah and Khursheed said, Faizabad is your own town.
Why don't you take shelter here itself.
We may or may not reach Nepal. And so I thought..
..why not meet Ameeran for the last time.
Raeesa was there along with us.
And the musicians also came along.
We rented a house and were ready for earning our living.
Ameeran wanted to meet her own folks.
But Umrao Jaan, she was a courtesan.. how could she go?
I was in a dilemma, and then a Nawab Sir came to me..
Greetings. - Greetings. Please have a seat.
Thanks.
Please say.
I am happy that a artiste like you, has arrived in Faizabad.
There is a wedding at our place..
..and it is my desire that you come and perform a Mujra.
Yes, I agree.
Thank God.
Faizabad has changed considerably.
Have you come to Faizabad before?
Yes, before the mutiny.
There used to be an officer at the..
..Bahu-Begum mausoleum. He used to have a white house.
Yes, he was there. But how do you know him?
It was a time before the mutiny, I had come during Muharram.
I had gone to the mausoleum to see the decoration..
..he took me to his house and tended to me.
Are you talking of the same officer..
..who's daughter had gone away?
What do I know?
There were many officers. And even now they are.
But he was the only one to make..
..arrangements for the decorations before the mutiny.
He also had a son.
Where did you see his son?
I had told you that I had gone along with him to his house.
I had met him there.
The officer had expired before the mutiny.
His son is still working even today on his post.
Can I take your leave? - Yes, you can leave?
Raeesa, prepare my palanquin.
Who?
I am the same child whom you had slapped.
Here, at this same place.
Oh God! Are you Ameeran?
My.. My daughter!
Mother! Mother! - Ameeran!
Mother! Father has left us and gone.
How should I share your grief?
You surely would have shared our grief if you were Ameeran.
But you are a courtesan.
You have come to Faizabad for a day..
..and you have spoiled your father's name.
Mother! Mother! Don't say like this I am your child.
Your Ameeran. - Ameeran has already died.
She would not have spoiled our repute.
Ok Mother, you have removed me from your heart.
Before forgetting me, you should have slapped me.
Once, when I had lost a ring, you had slapped me.
Now, I have lost my honor, dignity, house and my family.
Everything.
Beat me. Beat me to your heart's content.
Why don't you beat me?
I had forgotten.. ones own is beaten up, isn't it?
Yes, you are not our own.
She will not beat you due to her motherly care.
But I will surely satisfy your desire.
Not just a slap but l can strangle your neck.
The way in which you have defamed..
..the repute of the family, you don't have the right to live.
Jamal!
Before becoming a courtesan you should have committed suicide.
I was very small when that scoundrel Dilawar had taken me away.
I couldn't make out what is right and wrong.
Then how could I understand what is life and death?
But now you do understand.
Then why have you come here to defame and give us grief.
Maybe to find Ameeran who was lost in the dirt of life.
Or to cry with my own people before I die.
Don't try to cry out to the thoughts which we have buried.
Get out of Faizabad. For ever!
Since my birth, no one considered me as a sister.
I had a brother.. even he is sending..
..me back to the same profession.
Yes, I had come in search of Ameeran.
For a few moments I met Ameeran. But she vanished again.
Se was very innocent and a bit crazy too.
She used to say, that I will never get married and leave this house.
I will never leave this house and family and go away.
I am leaving.. if it is possible, then forgive that crazy girl.
Tell me, have you seen such a farewell?
Nor mother, nor father, nor brother. No one is there.
Tears are the ornaments and the palanquin of sorrow.
The locked doors are bidding farewell to me.
Never return here even in your dreams.
Don't bring me back as a daughter in my next birth.
Whatever you have done now, Oh God! Don't do it again.
Don't bring me back as a daughter in my next birth.
Did you see mister, Ameeran from Faizabad..
..has returned as Lucknow's Umrao Jaan.
You can say that the bride has come from..
..her in-laws to her mother's home.
In-laws! And that too what sort of in-laws!
I had just one desire that I could be lucky.
I could get love from someone among this whole world.
I could not achieve anything in my whole life, people of this world.
Now at least give me the permission to bid my funeral.
They are asking, the inquirers are asking.
But what can I answer?
The blots which are on my heart.
How do I explain them?
They are asking, the inquirers are asking.
How many blots are there on my soul?
How many blots are there on my head?
How many blots are there on my soul?
How many blots are there on my head?
Those who could give affection to me.
It is true that how will they accept me.
How my heart has been tainted.
But how can I answer.
They are asking, the inquirers are asking.
The place which was once mine is now a place of strangers.
Who is here to listen to me.
How can I tell my sorrows.
How my heart has been tainted.
But how can I answer.
They are asking, the inquirers are asking.
Why are you stoning me now?
I am already wounded.
Why are you stoning me now?
I am already wounded.
How can I show, how many wounds are on my heart.
Let it be how can l make you count them.
How my heart has been tainted.
How do I explain them?
They are asking, the inquirers are asking.
Go there. Go there.
Coachman, why did you stop?
Someone is lying on the road. - Who?
I'll just see, madam.
Looks like a leper. - You! Get up!
Get up! You leper.
Leave him. Leave him.
For God's sake, give me something. I am very hungry.
Give me something. Have pity on Baba. Have pity on me, dear.
Give me something, have pity.
Give me something, dear.
Whoever you are you are an angel, dear.
You have lots of pity within you.
God listens to people like you. If it is possible pray for me, dear.
I am a big culprit.
Oh God!
Oh God! Forgive me!
And Umrao Jaan bid good bye to Faizabad forever.
I wish to say many things. But maybe I am unable to say.
I don't understand what name should I give to this tale.
Should I call it Ameeran's story or Umrao's.
Anyway, what a saga of life it is.
If you could summarise the saga of life in your own words..
.. I would be highly grateful to you.
Let some one ask is there any..
..end to the saga of ill fate.
Let some one ask is there any..
..end to the saga of ill fate.
Then give my example..
..and present my case.
Then give my example..
..and present my case.
You are under my oath, don't have craving for me.
If I am not able to meet you, don't have desire for me.
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