Paroles et traduction AHSAN & Baig - ye gana mirza ghalib ky naam (feat. Hassam Anwar)

ye gana mirza ghalib ky naam (feat. Hassam Anwar)

Main chal para hun apni aashiqi ka mozu dhoondny
Main thak gya hun apni Zindagi ky sanam torty
Main ghr gya na ghr sy lapata hun kabar khoodny
Main mar gya to meri qabar pe na likhna mout bey

Ye hosly jo mil rahy mujhy main ghum para hon soch main
Ky kon thy wo mustahik jo rehty meri khoj main
Main chor chaar ky ye sab bs chal para hun mouj main
Ye rongty bhi puchty hain ku nai rehta hosh main

Main qalam kagaz karu garam
Safhy likhy jallain zakham
Kami mujh main bohat
Tabhi sochu kesy sahu sitam

Mery apny mujhy kehty ahsan chor dy ye dharam
Music kary mujh pe karam
Kese tooru apny kaam sy na kaam rakhu
Hath main hay alam
Sab pe rehta nahi ab bharam
Safhy kitny maine sapurd e aag kiye
Wo saary rakh bany
Tabhi main bewaja nai rakhta kisi sy bhi aas
Ye gana meri tanhai ky naam
Ye gana meri fanai ky naam
Ye gana mirza ghalib ky naam
Ye gana meri aashiqi ky naam

Main chahta hun mujhy bhi Mily wo zakham
Jo mily mirza ghalib ko
Main chahta hun main bhi es dunia sy fana ho jau aagy bs aakhir ho
Ye fatwy ye qutby ye khutby
Pass rakho apny mujhy na do aesi ghazlain
Jo parh ky main bhatak jau us apni manzil sy
Jo parh ky main sathak jau es dil e maghrib sy

Ye qissy kahaniya na sunao main thak gya hun
Akk gya hun apni mehfil sy

Ye dard ban ky aagay aur zehan pe sawaar howy
Na aashna hain taari kefiyat sy

Hum maikhany main so gayy hain daastaanain bhool ky
Hum chup khary hain jaari mehfil main

Hum la elaaj marz hain aur jaan ly ky chorty
Hum manfi soch rakhny waly sikky

Ye haadsy ye majlisain nai aati mery kaam
Bs aaty mery hissy main hain kuch bury gunnah
Bs bethy hum bhi jee rahain hain gin chuny ayaam
Ab zindagi ky haathon sey hy pee rahey hein jaam

Hasratain ur gai
Zindagi ki jail sy
Nafratain bhar gai
Zindagi ki jail main
Hasratain ur gai
Zindagi ki jail sy
Nafratain bhar gai
Zindagi ki jail main

This song is dedicated to Mirza Ghalib (feat. Hassam Anwar)

I've set out to find the topic of my love
I'm tired of tormenting my life's love
I've left home, and I'm lost, digging a grave
If I die, don't write "death" on my grave

These courageous spirits I find, I'm lost in thought
Who were those stubborn souls who remained in my search?
I've become a vagabond, a wanderer in this world
These colors also ask, why don't you stay conscious?

I take up pen and paper, warm them up
Write pages, burn the wounds
I lack so much
So I think, how can I endure the cruelty?

My own people tell me, Ahsan, abandon this path
Do music, be kind to me
How can I keep myself busy, not doing my own work?
I have a flag in my hand
No delusions remain on everyone now
How many pages have I surrendered to fire?
They all became memories
That's why I don't hold any hope from anyone
This song is dedicated to my loneliness
This song is dedicated to my mortality
This song is dedicated to Mirza Ghalib
This song is dedicated to my love

I want to receive the wounds too
That Mirza Ghalib received
I want to disappear from this world too, just let it end
These edicts, these pronouncements, these sermons
Keep them with you, don't give me such poems
That reading them, I stray from my destination
That reading them, I grow weary of this Western heart

Don't tell me these stories, I'm tired
I've become weary of my gathering

This pain becomes more prevalent, and it mounts upon my mind
You're not familiar with my disposition

We fell asleep in the tavern, forgetting the stories
We're standing quietly in the ongoing gathering

We are the incurable illness, and we carry it on our lives
We are the coins that hold negative thoughts

These accidents, these gatherings, don't help me
All I have are some bad sins
We sit here and live, counting our days
Now we drink from the hands of life

My desires flew away
From the prison of life
My hatreds filled
The prison of life
My desires flew away
From the prison of life
My hatreds filled
The prison of life