Текст и перевод песни Ghulam Ali - Tumhare Khat Men Naya Ek Salaam Kiska Tha (Live)

Tumhare Khat Men Naya Ek Salaam Kiska Tha (Live)

Tumhāre ḳhat meñ nayā ik salām kis kā thā
Na thā raqīb to āḳhir vo naam kis kā thā
Vo qatl kar ke mujhe har kisī se pūchhte haiñ
Ye kaam kis ne kiyā hai ye kaam kis kā thā
Vafā kareñge nibāheñge baat māneñge
Tumheñ bhī yaad hai kuchh ye kalām kis kā thā
Rahā na dil meñ vo bedard aur dard rahā
Muqīm kaun huā hai maqām kis kā thā
Na pūchh-gachh thī kisī kī vahāñ na āv-bhagat
Tumhārī bazm meñ kal ehtimām kis kā thā
Tamām bazm jise sun ke rah ga.ī mushtāq
Kaho vo tazkira-e-nā-tamām kis kā thā
Hamāre ḳhat ke to purze kiye paḌhā bhī nahīñ
Sunā jo tū ne ba-dil vo payām kis kā thā
UThā.ī kyuuñ na qayāmat adū ke kūche meñ
Lihāz aap ko vaqt-e-ḳhirām kis kā thā
Guzar gayā vo zamāna kahūñ to kis se kahūñ
ḳhayāl dil ko mire sub.h o shaam kis kā thā
Hameñ to hazrat-e-vā.iz kī zid ne pilvā.ī
Yahāñ irāda-e-sharb-e-mudām kis kā thā
Agarche dekhne vaale tire hazāroñ the
Tabāh-hāl bahut zer-e-bām kis kā thā
Vo kaun thā ki tumheñ jis ne bevafā jaanā
ḳhayāl-e-ḳhām ye saudā-e-ḳhām kis kā thā
Inhīñ sifāt se hotā hai aadmī mash.hūr
Jo lutf aam vo karte ye naam kis kā thā
Har ik se kahte haiñ kyā 'dāġh' bevafā niklā
Ye pūchhe un se koī vo ġhulām kis kā thā

Tumhare Khat Men Naya Ek Salaam Kiska Tha (Live)

In your letter a new greeting, whose was it?
If it wasn't a rival, whose name was it, finally?
After killing me, they inquire from everyone,
Who did this act, whose doing was this?
We shall stay loyal, keep our promise, obey,
Do you too recall, whose words were these?
The heartless one is gone from my heart, only the pain remains,
Who has taken residence, whose abode was this?
There was no inquiry, no hospitality,
In your gathering, whose arrangements were these?
Whom, listening to, the entire gathering remained eager,
Tell me, whose incomplete tale was this?
You didn't even read the torn pieces of my letter,
Whose message did you hear with your heart?
Why did the apocalypse not rise in the enemy's street?
Whom did you care for at the time of your destruction?
Those times have passed, to whom should I tell,
About whom did my heart think, morning and evening?
The insistence of the revered preacher made us drink,
Whose desire was it to drink constantly?
Even though thousands gazed upon you,
Whose heart was desolate beneath the roof?
Who was it that made you realize your disloyalty?
Whose absurd imagination was this absurd idea?
People become famous with these attributes,
Those who are common, whose name was this?
You tell everyone, "Dagh" has turned out to be disloyal,
Someone should ask them, whose slave was he?