Kasid Ki Umeed Hai Yaro - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan Übersetzung ins Englische

Kasid Ki Umeed Hai Yaro

Nazar Onchi ki To Dua Ban Gai
Nazar Onchi ki To Dua Ban Gai
Nazar Onchi ki To Dua Ban Gai
Nazar Neechi ki To Haya Ban Gai
Nazar Tirchi Ki To Ada Ban Gai
Nazar Phair Lee To Qaza Ban Gai

Shab e Ghum Ki Sehar Nahi Hoti
Shab e Ghum Ki Sehar Nahi Hoti
Ho Bhi To Mere Ghar Nahi Hoti
Zindagi Tu He Mukhtasir Ho Ja
Shab e Ghum Mukhtasir Nahi Hoti

Achi Soorat Ko Sanwarne Ki Zaroorat Kia Hai
Sadgi Mein Bhi Qayamat Ki Ada Hoti Hai
Tum Jo Aa Jaate Ho Masjisd Mein Ada Kerne Namaz
Tum Ko Maloom Hai Kitno Ki Qaza Hoti Hai Namaz

Duzdeeda Nigaho Se Na Daikho Mujh Ko
Wehsi HAi Yeh Mera Dil Yeh Machal Jaye Ga
Bikhri Hui Zulfein Na Hatao Rukh Se
Zanjeer Mein Qaidi Hai Nikal Jaye Ga

Mohabat Ki Koi Manzil Nahi Hai
Mohabat Moj Hai Sahil Nahi HAi
Meri Afsurdagi Pe Hasne Wale
Tere Pehlu Mein Shahyad Dil Nahi Hai

Naamagar Un Se Yeh Kehna Nizaa Ka Hangaam Hai
Ibtida-e-Khat Nahi Yeh Akhri Paigaam Hai

Qasi Ki Umeed Hai Yaaro
Qasid To Aa Jaye Ga
Lekin Hum Uss Waqat Na Ho Ge
Jab Un Ka Khat Aaye Ga

Kehte Hai Kis Ko Dar-e-Mohabbat
Kon Tumhe Batlaaye Ga
Piyar Kisi Se Ker Ke Daikho
Khud He Pata Chal Jaye Ga

Kitni Lateef Shay Hai Mohabbat Na Pochiye Bus
Iss Meethe Meethe Dard Ki Lazat NA Pochiye Bus

Mohabbat Tu Ne Jab Se Zindagi Barbad Ker Di Hai
To Lab Khamosh Hote Hai Nazar Fariyad Kerti Hai

Aey Dost Mohabbat Hai Woh Nazuk Si Haqeeqat
Mehsoos Jise Kerte Hai Samjha Nahi Sakte

Mohabbat Ki Nahi Jaati
Mohabbat Ho He Jati Hai

Lutaf-e-Dozakh Bhi Hai Lutaf-e-Jannat Bhi
Ae Haye Kia Cheez Hai Mohabbat Bhi

Thaam Ke Dil Reh Jaye Gay Woh

Thaam Ke Dil Reh Jaye Gay Woh
Daikh Ke Meri Mayyat Ko
Mera Janaza Jab Ke Nikal Ker
Un Ki Gali Se Jaye Ga

Thaam Ke Dil Reh Jaye Gay Woh
Daikh Ke Meri Mayyat Ko
Mera Janaza Jab Ke Nikal Ker
Un Ki Gali Se Jaye Ga

Thokar Khane Wali Rahi
Iss Mein Khata Rehbar Ki Nahi
Jo Na Chale Ga Daikh Ke Rasta
Raah Mein Thokar Khaye Ga

Lutne Ka Afsoos Baja Hai
Lekin Ae Lutne Walo
Kis Ko Khabar Thi Qafila Aa Ker
Manzil Pe Lutt Jaye Ga

Sheesh-e-Dil Uss But Ne Tora
Purnam Iss Mein Hairat Kiya
Toot He Jaye Ga, Jo Sheesha
Pathar Se Takraye Ga

Qasi Ki Umeed Hai Yaaro
Qasid To Aa Jaye Ga

Kasid Ki Umeed Hai Yaro

My eyes are cast high, and they turn to prayer
My eyes are cast high, and they turn to prayer
My eyes are cast high, and they turn to prayer
My eyes are downcast, and they are filled with modesty
My eyes are askew, and they are full of grace
My eyes are averted, and they bring about my doom

The night of sorrow has no dawn
The night of sorrow has no dawn
Even if it does, it does not come to my home
Life, you are but a moment
The night of sorrow is endless

What need is there to adorn a beautiful face?
Simplicity itself is a captivating grace
When you come to the mosque to pray
Do you know how many are killed by your prayers?

Do not look at me with stolen glances,
For my heart is a wild thing, and it will leap
Do not brush your scattered hair from your face,
For I am a prisoner in chains, and I will break free

There is no destination in love,
Love is a river, not a shore
You who laugh at my sorrow,
Perhaps you have no heart in your breast

Tell them this, the epistle of dispute:
This is not the beginning of a letter, but the final message

The messenger's hope is with you, my friends,
The messenger will surely come,
But I will not be there,
When their letter arrives

They say, "Who is at the door of love?"
Who will tell you?
Try loving someone,
And you will find out for yourself

Love is a delicate thing, do not ask about it
Do not ask about the sweetness of this sweet pain

Since love has ruined my life,
My lips are silent, while my eyes cry out

Oh my friend, love is a delicate truth,
Those who experience it cannot explain it

Love is not something you fall into,
Love just happens

The pleasure of hell and the pleasure of heaven,
Oh, what a thing love is!

You will hold your heart and stay alive

You will hold your heart and stay alive
When you see my corpse,
When my funeral procession leaves,
And passes by their street

You will hold your heart and stay alive
When you see my corpse,
When my funeral procession leaves,
And passes by their street

I kept stumbling and falling,
But it was not the fault of my guide
Whoever does not look at the path,
Will stumble on the way

It is sad to have lost,
But oh, you who have lost,
Who would have known that the caravan would come,
And we would be robbed at the destination?

That idol broke my heart of glass,
Why be surprised at this?
A glass will surely break,
When it is struck by a stone

The messenger's hope is with you, my friends,
The messenger will surely come,