Hum Buton Ko Jo Pyar Karte Hain - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan translation in English

Hum Buton Ko Jo Pyar Karte Hain

Zulf e barham sambhal kar chaliye
Rasta Dekh bhal kar chaliye
Mausam e Gul hai apni baahon ko
Meri Baahon mein daal kar chaliye
Misal o mavra hone se pehle
Khuda kya tha khuda hone se pehle
Tabiyat ko tabiyat se badal lo
Tabiyat aashna hone se pehle
Baja hone ki hai sirf ek Surat
Galat hoja baja hone se pehle
Muskura kar khatab karte ko
Aadatein kyon khatab karte ho
Ho chuka Jo hisab hona hai
Aur Ab kya hisab karte ho
Ye nayi ehteyat dekhi hai
Ayine se hijab karte ho
Ek din e Adam na pi to kya
Roz Sagle sharaab karte ho
Roshni ko sharab kehte hain
Jaam ko aaftab kehte hain
Rukh ko parde mein dhampne walon
Husn ko be naqab kehte hain
Jinke dil iena sifat ho agam
Unko ehle kitab kehte hain
Hum buton ko Jo pyar karte hain
Naql e parwardigar karte hain
Kya mohabbat bhi koi pesha hai
Log kyun itne pyar karte hain
Itni kasmein na khao ghabrakar
Jao hum aitbar karte hain
Ab bhi aa jao kuch nahi bigra
Ab bhi hum intezaar karte hain
Dushmani gair to nahi karte
Ye sharafat to yaar karte hain
Tu khafa ho ya khush magar hum to
Wakahi tujhse pyar karte hain
Khoobiyon ko bhi kadar daan adam
Khamiyon mein shumar karte hain
Saaz e hasti baja raha hoon main
Jashn e masti mana raha hoon main
Kya Ada hai nisar hone ki
Unse pehlu bacha raha hoon main
Kitni pukhta hai meri naadani
Tujhko tujhse chchupa raha hoon Main
Dil dubota hoon chashm e saaki main
Mai to mai mein mila raha hoon main
Aapko jeetne ke dhokhe mein
Jaan ki baazi laga raha hoon main
Unko milne ki aarzoo mein adam
Apne nazdeek aa raha hoon main
Hum buton ko Jo pyar karte hain
Naql e parwardigar karte hain

Hum Buton Ko Jo Pyar Karte Hain

Handle your flowing hair with care,
Watch your path and tread with care.
In the season of flowers, put your arms
Around my arms and walk with care.
Before you become an example and a miracle,
What was God before He became God?
Change your temperament with temperament,
Before your temperament becomes familiar.
There is only one way to play the instrument,
Don't play it wrong before it's played.
To the one who smiles and addresses me,
Why do you address my habits?
Whatever is destined to happen has happened,
Why are you calculating now?
This new caution I have seen,
You are hiding behind a veil from the mirror.
If Adam doesn't drink for a day, so what?
You drink wine every day.
They call light wine,
They call a cup the sun.
To those who hide their faces behind veils,
They call beauty unveiled.
Those whose hearts are like a mysterious mirror,
They are called people of the book.
We who love idols,
We imitate the Creator.
Is love also a profession?
Why do people love so much?
Don't make so many promises in panic,
Go, we trust.
Come back even now, nothing is spoiled,
We are still waiting.
We don't hate strangers,
This is the decency we have for friends.
Whether you are angry or happy, but we always,
Speak the truth, we love you.
Even the virtues of man,
They count as flaws.
I am playing the instrument of existence,
I am celebrating the festival of ecstasy.
What a style of devotion,
I am protecting my side from them.
How mature is my ignorance,
I am hiding you from yourself.
I am drowning my heart in the cup of the cupbearer,
I am uniting myself with myself.
In the illusion of winning you over,
I am betting my life.
In the desire to meet them, man,
I am coming closer to myself.
We who love idols,
We imitate the Creator.