Paroles et traduction Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan - More Khawaja

More Khawaja

More khwaja tum hi ko mori laaj
Khwaja ji maharaja ji tum bado ghareeb nawaaj
Apna kar ke raakhiyo tohe baahn pakre ki laaj
Tumre dware aan padi hoon waliyan ke maharaj
More khwaja tum hi toh mori laaj
Aye maharaj suratiya waale
Mori baat banat tora kya jaawat
More augan pe tum nigah na karo
Tum apne kiye ka nibah karo
Main buri hoon bhali hoon tihari hoon
Mere khwaja more pe daya karo
Khwaja usmaan ke dilbar jani
Mori sun lo dard kahani
Tohe dwar pade jug beet gaye
Mori aas na todo ghareeb nawaaj
Tann mann warun lagun payiyan
Chchor na khwaja thaam ke bahiyan
Tumre dware aan padi hun
Waliyan ke maharaj
Ek najariya kar do prem ki sab ke bann jayein kaam
Tum ajmer ke khwaja tumra bada jagat mein naam
Nagar nagar mein charcha tora nagar nagar tora naam
More khwaja tumhi ko mori laaj
Mori beet na jaye umariya
Mori rang do maili chunariya
Darpat hun darshan ko tore
Jee ko naahi chain
Khwaja mohe daras dikha do
Taras gaye more nain
Kadmon tere aan giri hoon
Patt rakhiyo mori aaj
More khwaja tumhi ko mori laaj
Har jholi bhar poori har ik ke bhaag jagaawo
Panjtan paak ka sadka banto aue sakhi kehlao
Tum khwaja tum sab ke khwaja tore sar par taaj
More khwaja tum hi ko mori laaj
Tum maati ko jo dekho to maati sona hoye
Jaise jagat mein tum na dirho aisa mile na koye
Jabse tore sang lagi more bigre bann gaye kaaj
More khwaja tum hi ko mori laaj

More Khawaja

Your honour I hold only you in my honour
Master and great king, you so mercifully help the poor
Keep a firm hold of my arm or else my honour will be lost
I have come to your doorstep, oh great king of saints
Your honour I hold only you in my honour
Oh king from Surat
My words will they reach you
Please don't look into my eyes
Honour the commitment you made
I am bad or good, but I am yours
Have mercy on me, my king
Oh beloved of Khwaja Usman
Listen to my story of pain
Ages have passed since I came to your doorstep
Don't break my hope, oh merciful one
I offer my body, my mind, my hands and feet
Don't let go, my king, hold me tight
I have come to your doorstep
Great king of saints
Just one glance of love will make everything alright
You are the king of Ajmer, renowned in the world
There is talk of you in every town, your name is known everywhere
Your honour I hold only you in my honour
May my life not pass me by
Colour my veil
I am longing to see you
My soul is restless
Show me your holy presence, oh king
My eyes are longing to see you
I have fallen at your feet
Protect me today
Your honour I hold only you in my honour
Fill everyone's bag, brighten their destiny
Distribute the blessings of the five pure ones, be called a true friend
You are the king, the king of all, a crown upon your head
Your honour I hold only you in my honour
When you look at dust, it turns into gold
No one in the world can compare to you
Ever since I found you, my twisted life has become straight
Your honour I hold only you in my honour