Paroles et traduction Khawar Malik - Faani

Faani

Peshay se tabeeb tabiyat se shayar ye lafz hein mere
Baatein hein nafees khudgarz hain nafs nooraani chehre
Dil se me bolun such na jhoot kahunga mein apni baaton me
Kuch cheezein hein aisi hoti jo sonay nahi deti kaali raaton mein
Jese kaalay dil aur kalay log jese hansi mein chupay hue saray rog
Meri hasti se juray hue saray log saamp aur sapeeray hein saray dost
Nahi ata mujhe hera pheri yun karna aur rishton mein dhong aur faraib ka rang bharna
Na aata yaqeen to mujse tum likhwa lo qalam mein uthaata hun siyahi tum bharna
Tu dar ab akar na upar hai khuda
Pata hai mujhe mein khata ka putla
Khata ki hai maafi khataon ki bhi
Zameer agar mar jae to uski nahi
Karo tum gila beshak jitna taweel
Bano na tum mere agay yun wakeel
Suchaiyan to me bhi kar sakta bayan
Par farq to hai mujh me khud hoga ayaan

Ye dunya to faani hai
Kabhi na kabhi moat bhi to aani hai
Lafzon ki haira phairi hai
Yahan pe sab ki apni kahaani hai
Ye dunya to faani hai
Kabhi na kabhi moat bhi to aani hai
Lafzon ki haira phairi hai
Yahan pe sab ki apni kahaani hai

Is faani dunya mein zakhmoon ka ilaaj hai
Moat to phir bhi rahi na guzeer
Jo boya hai kaato gay jis din
Kya us din jagao gay apna tum soya zameer
Kabhi kiya nahi dhoka
Hamesha se rakhay hein rishtay sab belos
Fitrat ye meri
Momin ye banda kya qismat mein firdos
Gehri hein baatein aur gehre zakham
Likhtay hue hongi ankhein bhi nam
Wohi ankhein jin mein farishta tha dikhta
Ab un akhon me dikthay hein sirf gham
Tanhai ka aalam kora ye kaghaz lafzon me himmat nahi
Sochne betha tha likhunga sirf wafa ke charche hi
Zameer na maana aur likh diya faani suno aur samajh lo
Seekh lo sabaq tajarbay se milta iski koi kitab nahi

Ye dunya to faani hai
Kabhi na kabhi moat bhi to aani hai
Lafzon ki haira phairi hai
Yahan pe sab ki apni kahaani hai
Ye dunya to faani hai
Kabhi na kabhi moat bhi to aani hai
Lafzon ki haira phairi hai
Yahan pe sab ki apni kahaani hai

Ephemeral

By profession, a physician; by nature, a poet, these are my words
My words are precious, I am selfish, my soul is radiant, my face angelic
I speak my mind, I shall not lie, in my words
Some things are such that they keep you awake in the dark nights
Like dark hearts and dark people, like hidden laughter
All those connected to my existence are snakes and snake charmers, all friends
I do not know how to play tricks, or to fill relationships with deceit and the hue of fraud
If you do not trust me, then you can get me to write; I wield the pen, you fill the ink
Now you are afraid, for there is no God above
I know that I am a puppet of errors
Forgiveness of sins, of errors
If the conscience dies, then it is not its fault
You may complain as long as you wish
Do not become my lawyer
I can also state the truth
But the difference between us will be clear

This world is ephemeral
Sooner or later, death must come
A jumble of words
Here, everyone has their own story
This world is ephemeral
Sooner or later, death must come
A jumble of words
Here, everyone has their own story

In this ephemeral world, there is a cure for wounds
Death is still inevitable
Whatever you sow, you will reap; on that day
Will you awaken your sleeping conscience?
I have never deceived
I have always kept all relationships pure
This is my nature
Will this faithful servant find paradise in his fate?
My words are deep, and my wounds are deep
My eyes must have been moist as I wrote
Those same eyes that once reflected an angel
Now, those eyes reflect nothing but sorrow
The world of solitude, this blank paper, has no courage in its words
I had sat down, thinking I would write only of loyalty
My conscience would not allow it, and so I wrote ephemerality; listen and understand
Learn lessons from experience; there is no book for that

This world is ephemeral
Sooner or later, death must come
A jumble of words
Here, everyone has their own story
This world is ephemeral
Sooner or later, death must come
A jumble of words
Here, everyone has their own story