Khali Morda Nahin Data Hijveri - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan Übersetzung ins Englische

Khali Morda Nahin Data Hijveri

Buhe data de jaake mangte sahi
Poori hoye na lor te mainu phad layin
Passe passiyon dukhan da saun rab di
Tera ghera na tode taan pher mainu phad layin
Mere ghaman di jholi da tere wallon
Tere mukh na mode taan menu phad layin
Saadik jhaleya daata de lar lag jaa
Koi rawe je thod te mainu phad layin
Khaali mod da nahi daata hajveri
Tun sachhe dilon vekh mang ke
Jholi bharega muradan naal teri
Tu sachhe dilon vekh mang ke
Parakhda nahi e khare seyane
Lajpal zamana jaane
Daata da darwaza labba
Dhaudh mukki dar dar di e
Data de darwaze utton
Sab di jholi bhardi e
Daata mera sab ton sohna
Ohde warga hor ni hona
Har mangte di aas pachauni
Aadat ehde ghar di e
Khali morde nahi kadde dar utton
Khair jholi sadde waali di paa dende
Aib vekhde ni gunahgar de oh
Lajpal ne karam kama dende
Sachhe dilon kare jehda aan tauba
Ohde sutde lekh jaga dende
Ik pal vich dubiyan bedian nu
Data saab mere banne la dende
Sab ton sohna daata mera
Kaamil sakhi gadan da
Har mangte di jholi bharda
Jaane kul zamana
Chaah kehnu nayiyi daata diyan deedan da
Maan rakh lehnda rakhiyan umeedan da
Sauhn rab di ni launda zara deri
Tu sachhe dilon vekh mang ke
Jod data naal dil wali taar nu
Maan data rakhda e apne begane da
Avein taan ni lok kehnde daata eh zamane da
Peer mann lai tu data sarkar nu
Pichhan mud jayegi ghaman di haneri
Tu sachhe dilon vekh mang ke
Kisse shai di na daata kol thod e
Poori karda sawaliyan di lor e
Gal jhooth nayiyi allah di sauhn meri
Tu sachhe dilon vekh mang ke
Dil kisse gunahgar da nahi tod da
Att badi tufaan ne chuk lai se
Bedi aape data banne laa ditti
Main te sochan de gunjal ch pai gaya si
Raah daata ne sidhi wakha ditti
Esse dar ton bani e gal meri
Mushkil vich jadon main sada ditti
Karke karam di nigah saadik
Guddi nusrat di daata chhada ditti
Dil kisse gunahgar da nahi tod da
Khali sadika nahi daata kadde mod da
Shaan waliyan chon data di uchcheri
Tu sachhe dilon vekh mang ke

Empty Hands Are Not Refused at Hajveri's

Oh darling, go and ask from him
My desires will not be fulfilled, or I will die
Your house is a fire of sighs, O God
If you do not open your door, I will die
My bag of sorrows is in your courtyard
If you do not show me your face, I will die
The lover has become a beggar, please help him
If someone is angry, I will die
Hajveri, your door is not for the empty-handed
You see the true hearts, O darling
My bag will be filled with your wishes
You see the true hearts, O darling
The wise have not recognized him
The world knows him as the protector of honor
The beggar's door is always open
Don't search everywhere, O darling
At the beggar's door
Everyone's bag is filled
My beggar is the most beautiful of all
There is no one like him
He fulfills the hopes of every beggar
This is his nature
The empty-handed are never disappointed
He gives us charity
He does not see the faults of the sinner
He bestows mercy
If the true-hearted repent
He forgives their sins
In an instant, he makes me cross the desert
My beggar makes me whole
My beggar is the most beautiful of all
The perfect witness of the unseen
He fills the bag of every beggar
The whole world knows
I cannot tell the wonders of the beggar
He protects the honor of those who hope in him
O dear God, don't delay
You see the true hearts, O darling
Tie my heart to the beggar
The beggar protects his own and others
People say the beggar is of this world
O man, put your faith in the beggar
The darkness of sorrow will disappear
You see the true hearts, O darling
The beggar has no shortage of anything
He fulfills the desires of the needy
My oath is true, by God
You see the true hearts, O darling
He does not break the heart of any sinner
He saves me from the storm
He has made me a beggar
I was lost in thought
The beggar showed me the right path
This is the story of my door
When I called to him in trouble
Out of kindness, he glanced at me
He has freed me, the beggar
He does not break the heart of any sinner
The beggar is never unfaithful to the faithful
His status is higher than that of the saints
You see the true hearts, O darling