Текст и перевод песни AHSAN & Baig - Mushaira

Mushaira

Mushaira laga hy khilafat e rind ka
Aqeedat main bethy hain nafs aur aqeeda
Muhally ki masjid main hori azaan
Wo kanchy bhi kehty thy mujh Ko nailaami
Sy dar thora kam Zarf maazi kahani sy bahir
Nikal lagy kaafir sy ghr thy wo Khali magar mujhy kaamil
Sa Lagy ye baagi sa ghr thory Ghaazi hain mard
Edr mashaal hay aurat aur Qalam ghulaami sy darta nahi
Mera khouf ki basti sy panga Tha pehly ab khouf
Sy bolo ku Deta tu phanda nahi
Galy main danda ab qalam pe Weham
Main thora sa pehly sy patla aur Thora sa pehly sy Cash ka aadi
En naso main ghaas aur khoon Main pani
Hawaly nai dhoondy yahan sy Kisi ky muqaddar
Ki khirkiyan Tori nai maine jo dety Awaazain thy arsh bata
Ky wo Khuda ki qasam sy suni nai Maine
Zaahir bhi howa main saaro ki Aankhon pe bandhi thi patti Zamany ki
Dunia faraebi main palti hay Marham lagany
Ko maangta dil Sukoon ki talab sy janam ye
Khtam ab qabar pe phool aur Qalam pe marham
Ye safar taweel nai hota youn Khatam
Par dunia ka mela ye 4 hi Qadam
Pe khtam par khuda bhi deta Hay mohlat insaan
Ko thora Jazbaat sy kaam ly aaj tuu thory Khilaaf shikar
Ky aarzu meri ky Jaan bhi jayy pary giry na izzat Ki topi
Wo dy ryy ye goli pe Molly ki linain jo kheenchi to Lagta
Sarhany main sar rakh ky Tery sath betha ye jisam
Sy Jisam bhi jury par Aankhon sy Aankhain milati
Nai tum main Qaasid hun naib Ghrany ka Sur
Main Mandir ki Murti aur Masjid ki Saf
Main Girjy main Eesa ky haathon ka Raqs
Main jhoomoon es masti ky Alam main sarkon
Pe kaali gari Meri khwabon ky daldal main Phasi
Hay hassi hay chehry pe Maathy pe shikan
Ab betha Mushiary main rind hun main fil waqt

Apny aap ko rakha mayaan Main laga ky ky Khudi hay Main
Meri soch pe aqal ky dairy nai Banty ye Ishq
Ki Sarhad Haqeeqat pe Mabni es ghazal Ko naam do nazam ka
Zakhmo pe namak ka zehar bhi Chirak do
Thora sa kafan ky kapry pe Pewand
Laga ky aakhon sy Haqeeqat ko pher do
Apny jazbaat pe hota nai qaabu Aap meri kotahi ko kr dain muaaf
Main rindon ki mehfil main
Betha mushaira laga ky aap
Rakhain na mujh sy koi aas

Mushaira

Mushaira is being held in the kingdom of the free
Both faith and religion are seated in loyalty
The mosque in the neighborhood is calling for prayer
Those eunuchs used to call me a blackmailer too
Slightly less accommodating, the past is out of the story
The Kaafir left the house, it was empty but I filled it
This house looks like a garden, there are a few Ghazi warriors
Here there is a torch, a woman, and a pen, not afraid of slavery
My fear was from the settlement of fear, now fear
Tell me that you will not give the noose
Now there is fear for the pen in the lane
A little thinner than before, and a little more addicted to money than before
Grass and blood in these veins, I'm water
Don't look for clues here for someone's destiny
I didn't break the windows that were giving voices from the heavens
Did you not hear it by the oath of God?
It was also revealed that a bandage was tied on my eyes by the world
The world is changing in deception, asking for ointment
The heart longs for peace, this is born out of thirst
Now an end to the flowers on the grave and the ointment on the pen
This journey is not long, it ends like this
But the world's fair is only four steps
At the end, God also gives respite to man
Work with a little emotion today, you are a little rebellious
Is it my wish, will I even die, but the hat of respect should not fall
He gives this line on Molly's bullet, which seems to be
Sitting beside you with my head on my pillow
Even though the body is wounded, eyes meet
I am not a messenger, nor the neighbor's sound
I am the idol of the temple and the row of the mosque
I am the dance of Jesus' hands in the church
I swing in this drunken state on the roads
My black car is stuck in the swamp of dreams
There is laughter, there is a smile, there is a frown
Now I am sitting in a Mushaira, I am a free man at the moment

I kept myself in the sheath, wrapping myself in my self
The boundaries of my intellect do not accept this love
Based on truth, call this ghazal a poem
Sprinkle salt and poison on the wounds
A little patch on the shroud
Wrap your eyes with the truth
I have no control over my emotions, forgive me
In the gathering of free men
Sitting and holding a Mushaira
Do not expect anything from me