Paroles et traduction Rahat Fateh Ali Khan - Saher Qareeb Hai

Saher Qareeb Hai

Karaar loot liya bekaraar chchor gaye
Bahaar le gaye yadein bahaar chchor gaye
Hamari chashme hazeen ka na kuch khayaal kiya
Wo umar bhar ke liye ashq baar chchor gaye

Wo aa rahe hain wo ayenge aa rahe honge
Shab e firaak mein yeh keh ke subah ki maine

Sahar qareeb hai taaron ka haal kya hoga
Aye chalne waale aur zara do kadam sahi

Aye shama subah hoti hai roti hai kis liye
Sahar qareeb hai

Sahar qareeb hai taaron ka haal kya hoga
Ab intezaar ke maaron ka haal kya hoga

Unko aana tha na aaye kaut kar
Ab intezaar ke maaron ka haal kya hoga

Gar girata nahi thaamne ka
Faayda kya is qadar bahaane ka

Teri nigah ne zaalim kabhi yeh socha hai
Kisi ke dil mein rahi aur kisi ke paar gayi

Karun tareef kya teri nazar ki
Ke lakhon ghayal jidhar gayi

Teri nigah ne zaalim kabhi yeh socha hai
Teri nigah ke maaron ka haal kya hoga

Mukabla hai tere husn ka bahaaron se
Aaena utha le aaye aur aqs se ye bole

Tabassum zer e lab hai aaeena mat e mukabil hai
Tamasha deed bhi hai saamne kaatil ke kaatil hai

Barabar khafa ho barabar manaye
Na tum baaaz aao na ham baaz aayein

Udhar zulfon mein kanghi ho rahi hai kham nikalta hai
Idhar rag rag se khinch khinch kar hamara dam nikalta hai

Ilahi khair ho uljhan pe uljhan padhti jaati hai
Na unka kham nikalta hai na mera dam nikalta hai

Mukabla hai tere husn ka bahaaron se
Na aaj bahaaron ka haal kya hoga

Naqaab unka ulatna toh chaahta hun magar
Mera kya gulshan e bahar mein
Main rha toh kya na raha toh kya rahe

Yun dekh toh le pehle jo hoga so dekhenge
Aye dast e talab badhkar sarka de naqaab unka

Mehfil mein toh hain lekin ghunghat kiye baithe hain
Allah reh shaam unki reh hijaab unka
Wo kyun na karein parda rukh unka naqaab unka

Naqaab unka ulatna toh chaahta hun magar
Bigad gaye toh nazaaron ka haal kya hoga

Mazaak e deed hi sahba agar badal jaaye
Toh zindagi ki bahaaron ka haal kya hoga

Saher Qareeb Hai

My steadfastness was stolen; I was left restless
My joys were taken; my sorrows left behind
My sorrowful eyes were of no concern
They left a lifetime of tears pouring

He is coming, he will come, he must be coming
I tell myself this through the night of separation

The dawn is near, what will become of the stars?
Oh, traveler, please take a few more steps

Oh, candle, why do you cry when the morning comes?
The dawn is near

The dawn is near, what will become of the stars?
Now, what will become of those who wait in vain?

He was supposed to come, but he didn't bother
Now, what will become of those who await him in vain?

If you don't fall, there's no point in holding on
What's the use of so many excuses?

Your cruel gaze has never thought
Of the one who lives in my heart and the one who has passed me by

How can I praise your gaze?
Thousands have been wounded wherever it has gone

Your cruel gaze has never thought
Of those who are slain by your gaze

Your beauty rivals the springtime
Take up a mirror and let it speak to your reflection

Your smile is hidden beneath your lips; the mirror is your rival
This is a spectacle, a sight to behold; the killer is in front of the slain

Equally angry, equally appeased
You do not relent, nor do I

On that side, a comb runs through your hair, creating curls
On this side, my breath is drawn out of me, bit by bit

Oh God, there is chaos upon chaos
Neither your curls nor my breath are relieved

Your beauty rivals the springtime
What will become of the springtime today?

I want to lift her veil, but
What is my place in this garden of springtime?
If I exist, so what? If I don't, so what?

Let me see what happens first
Oh, reaching hand, come forward and lift her veil

She is in the gathering, but she sits behind a veil
May her evening be serene, may her modesty remain
Why shouldn't she be veiled? Her face is hers to conceal

I want to lift her veil, but
What will become of the beauty if it is ruined?

The jest of seeing is the wine; if it turns sour
What will become of the springtime of life?