Devdas (देवदास)

...you don't even deserve sympathy

Hear Chuni Babu? A courtesan talking of romance

Am I to learn of her what love is, what romance be? What is amour?

Love mirrored in your soul, amour God's gift to life's design, romance

How regrettable Chuni Babu Your friend possesses none...

of soul, or intent or purpose

That thing you flash time and again Dev Babu...

the money, it lies at the feet of harlots in brothels

If you be so vain, return to me what I spent on you

Two nights

You owe me 2 nights, Dev Babu. No more shall I dance...

not until you come. These eyes will await you

"F" for friendship, she came seeking, you found a foe. You owe two nights

O'faithless lover

Music plays

Let slip the veil

Let the revelry begin

- Revelry awaits you, Chandramukhi - No Appa. Not until Dev Babu arrives

Pure gold. Custom made, in Lucknow

I also have a gold nose ring

I wish to tie the dancing bells to your feet, Chandramukhi

Do wear the nose ring and allow me to unscrew it afterwards

Desist from such ardour Kali Babu. Get too close and you will burn...

in the very lamps that light up nights of revelry

At the next instance of insolence I'll give you a nose ring and...

the rest of the revelers may take pleasure in unscrewing

In a marketplace full of beauties...

such spirit is what draws me to you

But the one you await so eagerly...

has no interest in you or your music

It was some Paro's firefly that ran into your fires crying Paro-Paro

- Never will he return, Chandramukhi. - He will come, he will Kali Babu

- You will see. That's from my heart. - Why not take on a bet?

If he doesn't come before the candle has burnt out...

then you will wear these dancing bells...

- ...only for my pleasure. - I accept

And if he comes...

then you shall leave wearing these very dancing bells

Agreed

Whose footfall?

Whose shadow?

Who knocks at my heart?

Who is come?

Who paints me this emerald?

My joy...

is killing me

No Moon I ever desired...

nor stars I ever seeked...

complaints I have none...

every sorrow I have hidden...

every taunt I laughed off...

thorns I embraced...

their blossoms have wounded me

But whenever I have prayed...

of The Lord...

I have always seeked you

Who paints me this emerald?

Is killing me

I'm slain

Slain

Slain

You aren't accustomed to the drink. Why drink beyond your limits?

What fool drinks to stay within limits?

I drink that I may force myself to stay on...

looking at you, tolerating you...

that I may lose my senses, to help me forget Paro

But Chandramukhi...

such are memories of Paro, they won't even let me lose my senses

Why, after all I drink, do memories of her haunt me day and night?

Why...

oh why?

Why, does man become so naive?

Why make mistakes?

Why... for foible... so harsh a punishment?

Why? As to be rent asunder?

One enters matrimony, and the other...?

Slain

In what fain folly...

he forsakes the lotus...?

For a paper flower?

Dev Babu!

I... I fall

- Dev Babu - Don't touch me! I despise you!

I can't bear to see woman come to this. Begone

Never again shall I stand at this door

But yes, whenever I come to think of Paro, I shall

And come the guilt pangs, I shall come

For where else can I go?

- There... I have sentenced myself. - Why punish yourself so?

Because every day, my heart is put to trial

Me Lord!

Me Lord!

Me Lord!!!

"Every day, this romance is tried"

"I... I object..."

But every day, the verdict is the same

"Saraf Narayan Mukarji I object, objection overruled!"

"Devdas Mukarji I object, objection overruled!"

"You are convicted"

"You are guilty and you... you drink till death."

"Yes Me Lord"

"No objection"

No...

No... No...

Paro

The new bride has laid to rest all my worries

With Parvati's arrival our lost days of joys are here again

Meet Yashomati's mother-in-law. This is Parvati

To Bhuvan Chaudhary, you'd more likely be...

- ...a daughter than his wife. - Whatever I am to him...

you and I are like sisters. We should be embracing each other

But you are many years my elder

From what I see, in Manikpur, wives are better endowed than daughters

- No Badi-Ma? - Our daughters, we send away...

in hope that they will be cared for, but we're disappointed. No, Badi-Ma?

Yashomati. I was eager to meet you

We ought not to be cross with kin. You and I are of the same age

So you decide, how we will relate to each other

Mother and daughter? Or friends?

Ma

- What's this, Ma? All this...? - Gifts, from your Ma

You'll look great

Parvati, will you keep to your daughter? Won't you give us company?

I do not like the smoking pot.

The smoking pot has pride of place, Parvati

I don't think so, no pride in what goes up in smoke

Wonderful, mother-in-law! I delight in your words

I have been so eager to see you. We missed each other's weddings

My obeisances

Touching your feet was a pleasure. I have been given my wish

How I wish I had attended your wedding...

if only to have my wish of pulling you up by your ear

Why, pulling you up by the ear was a pleasure

This first acquaintance, I shall always remember, mother-in-law

Remember the relationship too

Dev Babu. What happened?

Dev Babu

Dev Babu

If I am so despicable, if my touch be so abhorrent, then why...

did you come into my life?

In my solitude I was content. Why be my messiah of misery?

Chandramukhi?

That stopped the spasm didn't it? Divert your attentions and...

- ...the deepest wounds may be healed. - Which is what I am upto

Stop it, you've had enough

Why not say I've lived enough?

How could I...?

You have Paro, memories of Paro All I have is you, my Midas

A touch and iron is made to gold

Are you pricing yourself or me?

In a world of relationships...

what value a woman of easy virtue?

Nothing

Besides, you won't even give me the right to touch you

- Are you in love with me? - Or you could ask me if I breathe

You breathe, Chandramukhi

What will you get out of it? I have no home, no heart

Loving isn't only about receiving. Love, I have traded many times

But loved, I have but once

Pour more into a chalice filled, and what happens?

It spills, to the ground

So too my cup floweth over, with Paro

More can only spill...

to fall, and in the falling, take you down too

But in the spilling, the wine must've been caressed by the chalice

Then spill...

some more

Where is Devdas? I must see him

- Asleep. You can't see him now. - Can I not? I'm here to take him

I'm not leaving him in this hell

Dharamdas!

- Master...! - Who gave you my whereabouts?

Chuni Babu

Babu-ji...

Babu-ji won't even see my face. Why has he sent you?

Anyway, he will be displeased to see me as I am

Sir Narayan Mukherjee will have to hang his head in shame

- Go! Go Dharamdas, go away. - Listen Deva...

Your father is no more

Too bad

All of a sudden... how...?

He was a nice man

Such men aren't born too often

He was a good man

Babu-ji has earned...

another title, no?

Late Sir Narayan Mukherjee

We loved each other dearly

But too bad, this is too bad

Late, Sir Mukherjee...

was a good man

- Does Devdas drink every day? - When doesn't he drink?

Alcohol, day and night. Lives on it

- Why don't you stop him? - But only if he'd stay at home

Rarely does he come home. There he lies in Chitpore...

in Chandramukhi's brothel, all day

The room upstairs is practically Deva's residence

Devdas! He lives in a brothel?

Oh God

Such days I have lived to see