Текст и перевод песни Abrar Ul Haq - Sar Jalaingay

Sar Jalaingay

Sar jalayen gay roshni ho gi
Us ujalay men faislay hongay
Roshnai b khoon ki ho gi
Aur wo faqa kash qalam jis men
Jitni cheekhon ki dastanen hen
Un ko likhnay ki arzoo ho gi

Sar jalayen gay roshni ho gi
Us ujalay men faislay hongay
Sar jalayen gay roshni ho gi

Na he lamha qarar ka ho ga
Na he rasta farar ka ho ga
Wo adalat gareeb ki ho gi
Jaan atki wazeer ki hogi

Sar jalayen gay roshni ho gi
Us ujalay men faislay hongay
Sar jalayen gay roshni ho gi

Jis ne bechi hai qalam ki taqat
Jis ne apna zameer becha hai
Jo dukanen sajaye bethay hen
Jis ne becha azaab becha hai
Muflison ko saraab becha hai
Deen ko be hisaab becha hai
Kuch ne roti ka khawab becha hai
Ab kis tarah kahen hum
K qom ne khud ko
Kis taraha
Bar bar becha hai
Kis taraha
Bar bar becha hai

Sar jalayen gay roshni ho gi
Us ujalay men faislay hongay
Sar jalayen gay roshni ho gi

Faiz -o- iqbal ka parosi hun
Ek tarap maray khoon men b hai
Aankh men silsila hai khawabon ka
Ek mehak maray chaarsoo b hai
Jhoonpari k naseeb badlen gay
Phir kahin inqilaab aye ga
Beth rehnay se kuch nahin ho ga
Aik din inqilaab aye ga
Inqilaab...

Head Will Burn

The head will burn with bright lights
In that light, decisions will emerge
Even that light will be bloody
And that destitute, hungry pen in which
There are stories of countless cries of wo
Will have the aspiration to write them all down

The head will burn with bright lights
In that light, decisions will emerge
The head will burn with bright lights

There will be no time for agreement
Nor will there be a path for escape
That will be justice for the poor
The soul of the minister would be at stake

The head will burn with bright lights
In that light, decisions will emerge
The head will burn with bright lights

The one that has sold the power of the pen
The one who sold his own conscience
Those who have set up ornamented shops
The one that sold punishment, he has sold it
To the destitute, he has sold mirages
He has sold religion for no good reason
And some of them have sold the dream of bread
How can I now say
That the nation has sold itself
In what manner
Time and again, it has sold itself
In what manner
Time and again, it has sold itself

The head will burn with bright lights
In that light, decisions will emerge
The head will burn with bright lights

I am the neighbor of Faiz and Iqbal
On one side there is blood in my veins
In my eyes is a series of dreams
And all around me, a sweet fragrance
The fate of the shanties will change
Then a revolution will come at last
From just sitting and waiting, nothing will come
One day, a revolution will come
Revolution...