Paroles et traduction Ghulam Ali - Zehal-E-Maskeen

Zehal-E-Maskeen

Zihaal-e-miskin makun-baranjish,
Bahaal-e-hijra bechara dil hai.
Sunai deti hai jiski dhadkan,
Tumhara dil ya hamara dil hai.

Woh aake pehloo mein aise baithe,
Ke shaam rangeen ho gayi hai.
Zara zara se khili tabiyat,
Zara se ghamgeen ho gayi hai.

Ajeeb hai dil ke dard yaaron,
Na ho to mushkil hai jeena iska.
Jo ho to har dard ek heera,
Har ek gam hai nageena iska.

Kabhi kabhi shaam aisi dhalti hai,
Ke jaise ghunghat utar rahi hai.
Tumhaare seene se uthta dhuaan,
Hamare dil se guzar raha hai.

Ye sharm hai ya haya hai kya hai,
Nazar uthate hi jhuk gayi hai.
Tumhari palkon se girke shabnam,
Hamari aankhon mein ruk gayi hai.

Zihaal-e-miskin makun-baranjish,
Bahaal-e-hijra bechara dil hai.
Sunai deti hai jiski dhadkan,
Tumhara dil ya hamara dil hai.

Worn-Down Poor

Don’t tease a worn-down poor,
For a traveler's heart is helpless.
Those beats that you hear,
Whose heart is it, yours or mine?

She sat down by me in such a way,
That the evening turned colorful.
My mood blossomed a little,
And then wilted just as quickly.

The pain of the heart is strange, my friends,
It's hard to live without it.
But when it comes, every pain is a diamond,
Every worry is a jewel in its crown.

Sometimes the evening comes,
As if a veil is being lifted.
The smoke rising from your chest,
Passes through my heart.

Is this shame or modesty, what is it?
As soon as I looked up, she looked away.
The dew that fell from your lashes,
Came to rest in my eyes.

Don’t tease a worn-down poor,
For a traveler's heart is helpless.
Those beats that you hear,
Whose heart is it, yours or mine?