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Nisar Mein

Nisār maiñ tirī galiyoñ ke ai vatan ki jahāñ
Nisār maiñ...
Nisār maiñ...
Nisār maiñ tirī galiyoñ ke ai vatan ki jahāñ
Chalī hai rasm ki koī na sar uThā ke chale
Chalī hai rasm ki koī na sar uThā ke chale
Jo koī chāhne vaalā tavāf ko nikle
Nazar churā ke chale jism o jaañ bachā ke chale
Hai ahl-e-dil ke liye ab ye nazm-e-bast-o-kushād
Hai ahl-e-dil ke liye ab ye nazm-e-bast-o-kushād
Ki sañg-o-ḳhisht muqayyad haiñ aur sag āzād
Bahut hai zulm ke ...
Bahut hai ...
Bahut hai zulm ke dast-e-bahāna-jū ke liye
Jo chand ahl-e-junūñ tere nām-levā haiñ
Bane haiñ ahl-e-havas mudda.ī bhī munsif bhī
Kise vakīl kareñ kis se munsifī chāheñ
Magar guzārne vāloñ ke din guzarte haiñ
Magar guzārne vāloñ ke din guzarte haiñ
Tire firāq meñ yuuñ sub.h o shaam karte haiñ
Bujhā jo rauzan-e-zindāñ to dil ye samjhā hai
Bujhā jo rauzan-e-zindāñ to dil ye samjhā hai
Ki terī maañg sitāroñ se bhar ga.ī hogī
Chamak uThe haiñ salāsil to ham ne jaanā hai
Chamak uThe haiñ salāsil to ham ne jaanā hai
Ki ab sahar tire ruḳh par bikhar ga.ī hogī
ġharaz tasavvur-e-shām-o-sahar meñ jiite haiñ
Giraft-e-sāya-e-dīvār-o-dar meñ jiite haiñ
Yūñhī hamesha ulajhtī rahī hai zulm se ḳhalq
Yūñhī hamesha ulajhtī rahī hai zulm se ḳhalq
Na un kī rasm na.ī hai na apnī riit na.ī
Yūñhī hamesha khilā.e haiñ ham ne aag meñ phuul
Yūñhī hamesha khilā.e haiñ ham ne aag meñ phuul
Na un kī haar na.ī hai na apnī jiit na.ī
Isī sabab se falak kā gila nahīñ karte
Isī sabab se falak kā gila nahīñ karte
Tire firāq meñ ham dil burā nahīñ karte
Tire firāq meñ ham dil burā nahīñ karte
Gar aaj tujh se judā haiñ to kal baham hoñge
Ye raat bhar kī judā.ī to koī baat nahīñ
Gar aaj auj pe hai tāla-e-raqīb to kyā
Ye chaar din kī ḳhudā.ī to koī baat nahīñ
Ye chaar din kī ḳhudā.ī to koī baat nahīñ
Jo tujh se ahd-e-vafā ustuvār rakhte haiñ
Ilāj-e-gardish-e-lail-o-nahār rakhte haiñ
Nisār maiñ...
Nisār maiñ...
Nisār maiñ tirī galiyoñ ke ai vatan ki jahāñ
Nisār maiñ tirī galiyoñ ke ai vatan ki jahāñ
Chalī hai rasm ki koī na sar uThā ke chale
Chalī hai rasm ki koī na sar uThā ke chale

Nisar Mein

I devote myself to the streets of my homeland
I devote myself...
I devote myself...
I give my all to the streets of my homeland
It has become the custom that no one walks with their head held high
It has become the custom that no one walks with their head held high
Whoever wishes to visit the streets abroad
Must avert their gaze and flee for safety
For lovers, this is the decree of binding and release
For lovers, this is the decree of binding and release
Stones and bricks are confined, while dogs roam free
The hands of those who seek pretexts are full of tyranny...
Full of...
The hands of those who seek pretexts are full of tyranny
Those few passionate ones who bear your name
Have become both the plaintiffs and the judges
Who shall we appoint as our advocate? Whom shall we seek judgment from?
But the days of the oppressors pass
But the days of the oppressors pass
Thus we spend our mornings and evenings in your separation
When the prison cell darkens, my heart believes
When the prison cell darkens, my heart believes
That your hair will be adorned with stars
When the chains begin to glow, we know
When the chains begin to glow, we know
That the light of dawn will break upon your face
In essence, we live in the thoughts of day and night
We live in the shadow of walls and doors
In this way, the people have always been ensnared by tyranny
In this way, the people have always been ensnared by tyranny
Their ways are not new, nor are our customs new
In this way, we have always planted flowers in the fire
In this way, we have always planted flowers in the fire
Their defeat is not new, nor is our victory new
For this reason, we do not blame destiny
For this reason, we do not blame destiny
In our separation from you, we do not bear a grudge
In our separation from you, we do not bear a grudge
If we are separated today, we will be reunited tomorrow
This overnight separation is nothing
If today the lock of your rival is at its peak
His brief power is nothing
His brief power is nothing
Those who keep the covenant of loyalty with you
Have the remedy for the uncertainties of day and night
I devote myself...
I devote myself...
I devote myself to the streets of my homeland
I devote myself to the streets of my homeland
It has become the custom that no one walks with their head held high
It has become the custom that no one walks with their head held high