Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan - Mitar Puare Noon - translation of the lyrics into French

Lyrics and translation Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan - Mitar Puare Noon




Mitar Puare Noon
Mon Bien-aimé
Mithr piaarae noo(n) haal mureedhaa dhaa kehinaa
Mon aimé, dis-moi le sort de tes disciples.
Thudhh bin rog rajaaeeaa dhaa oudtan naag nivaasaa dhae hehinaa
Sans toi, les draps riches sont une maladie et le confort de la maison est comme vivre avec des serpents.
Sool suraahee kha(n)jar piaalaa bi(n)g kasaaeeaaa(n) dhaa sehinaa
Nos cruches d'eau sont comme des piquets de torture et nos coupes ont des bords comme des dagues.
Yaararrae dhaa saanoo(n) saathhar cha(n)gaa bhat(h) khaerriaa dhaa rehinaa
Avec toi, mon ami, nous pouvons rester dans un bon lieu et vivre une vie agréable.
Tell the beloved friend (the Lord) the plight of his disciples.
Tell the beloved friend (the Lord) the plight of his disciples.
Without You, rich blankets are a disease and the comfort of the house is like living with snakes.
Without You, rich blankets are a disease and the comfort of the house is like living with snakes.
Our water pitchers are like stakes of torture and our cups have edges like daggers.
Our water pitchers are like stakes of torture and our cups have edges like daggers.





Writer(s): Nusrat Fateh Ali 00162342985 Khan, Farrukh Ali Khan


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