Paroles et traduction Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan - Ban Ke Aaya Hun Sawaali

Ban Ke Aaya Hun Sawaali

Bann ke aaya hoon sawaali
Tum ho dukhiyon ke waali
Bhardo shah e madina
Meri jholi hai khaali
Ye lutf ye tumhara karam bemisaal hai
Ik ik gunahgaar ka tumko khayaal hai
Ho mere haal par bhi nigah e karam nawaaz
Sarkaar ik nigah e karam ka sawaal hai
Sarkaar mujhe de do
Jo aaye tabiyat mein
Aye mazhar anwaar e haq
Aye maslar e asraar e haq
Aye sayyad o sardaar e ma
Mujhse roothi hai duniya
Hai mukhalif zaamaana
Mera koi nahi hai
Sun lo gham ka fasaana
Tere siwa ya muhammad
Mera koi nahi hai
Besahaara hoon zamaane mein sahaara dijiye
Bahr e gham mein meri kashti ko kinaare dijiye
Aap hi ka aasra hai ya muhammad mustafa
Apni rehmat ka sahaara ab khudaara dijiye
Dar ba dar phirta hoon main barbaad hai ab zindagi
Gham hi gham hai meri kismat mein nahi koi khushi
Koi munis hai na hamdam haal e gham kisko kahun
Hai tumhi par naaz mujhko sun lo ya nabi
Koi duniya mein nahi mujh bekas o laachaar ka
Jaaun toh jaaun kahaan sab ne mujhe thukraa diya
Ab tumhara aasra hai bas tumhara aasra
Laaj rakhlo ya muhammad hai yeh meri iltija
Aade aati hai teri zaat har ek dukhiya ke
Laaj rakh lo ya muhammad
Khada der se hun dar par mujhe bhikh do khudaara
Hayyo laaj bhi tumhari hai fakeer bhi tumhara
Ab tumhara aasra hai bas tumhara aasra
Laaj rakh lo ya muhammad hai yeh meri iltija
Mere sarkaar e aali
Tum ho dukhiyon ke waali
Bhardo shah e madina
Meri jholi hai khaali
Haq mein qurbaan hue jo
Un dulaaron ka sadka
De do sarkar de do
Apne pyaaron ka sadka
Ya nabi shabbar ke maadir ka mujhe sadka mila
Hazrat e zainat ki chaadar ka mujhe sadka mile
Karbala ke bhookhe pyaason ka hai tumko waasta
Ya nabi pyare nawaason ka ham tumko waasta
Waasta hasnain ka har ik wali ka waasta
Ya muhammad aapko maula ali ka waasta
Main na chchorunga jaali
Tum ho dukhiyon ke waali
Bhardo shah e madina
Meri jholi hai khaali
Apna daaman pasaare jo bhi majboor aaya
Usne dar se tumhare aaka sab kuch hai paaya
Koi na baat na taali
Tum ho dukhiyon ke waali
Bhardo shah e madina
Meri jholi hai khaali
Bhikh paate hain tumse saare shahaane aalam
Kyun na aaka tumhari likhein taarif purnam
Dekhi shaan niraali
Tum ho dukhiyon ke waali
Bhardo shah e madina
Meri jholi hai khaali

Begging, I come

Begging, I come
You are the Redeemer of the sorrowful
Fill [the bowl of] the King of Medina
My begging bowl is empty
This favor, this kindness from you is unparalleled
Of every sinner you are mindful
O glance also upon my state with favor
A glance of favor is all I ask
O King, give me
Whatever comes to mind
O Manifestation of the Light of Truth
O Essence of the Secret of Truth
O Leader and Chief of the Believers
The world has turned against me
The times are hostile
I have no one
Hear the tale of my sorrow
Other than you, O Muhammad
I have no one
I am helpless in the world, give me support
In the ocean of sorrow, guide my boat to shore
You alone are my hope, O Muhammad Mustafa
Now, for God's sake, give me the support of your mercy
I wander from door to door, my life is now ruined
Sorrow upon sorrow is my fate, there is no joy
I have no friend or confidant, to whom can I tell my tale of woe
I am proud of you, hear me, O Prophet
In the world there is none for me, helpless and needy
Where can I go? Everyone has rejected me
Now my only hope is you, my only hope is you
Protect my honor, O Muhammad, this is my plea
Your being comes to the aid of every sufferer
Protect my honor, O Muhammad
I have been standing at your door for a long time, give me alms, for God's sake
O, the shame is yours and the beggar is yours
Now my only hope is you, my only hope is you
Protect my honor, O Muhammad, this is my plea
My noble master
You are the Redeemer of the sorrowful
Fill [the bowl of] the King of Medina
My begging bowl is empty
Blessed are those who sacrificed themselves for the Truth
For the sake of those beloved ones
Give, O King, give
For the sake of your beloved ones
O Prophet, grant me the charity of the patient Shabbir
Grant me the charity of the cloak of Zayn al-Abidin
I call upon you by the hungry and thirsty of Karbala
O Prophet, I call upon you by the beloved descendants
I call upon you by Hasan and Husayn and every saint
O Muhammad, I call upon you by Mawla Ali
I will not let go of the hem of your robe
You are the Redeemer of the sorrowful
Fill [the bowl of] the King of Medina
My begging bowl is empty
Whoever comes to you helpless, you spread your skirt
From your door, O Master, they have found everything
No matter what, no matter what
You are the Redeemer of the sorrowful
Fill [the bowl of] the King of Medina
My begging bowl is empty
All the wise men of the world beg from you
Why should I not write a complete eulogy of you, O Master
I have seen your extraordinary glory
You are the Redeemer of the sorrowful
Fill [the bowl of] the King of Medina
My begging bowl is empty