Текст и перевод песни Junaid Jamshed - Mulzim Par Dua

Mulzim Par Dua

Zahir Ki Aankh se Naa tamasha kare koi
Ho dekhna to deeda e dil waah kare koi
Padh Baithe Kya Samajh Kar bhala toor pe kaleem
Taaqat ho deed ki to taqaaza kare koi

Ilaahi Teri chokhat par bhikari ban ke aaya hun
Sarapa faqr hun ijzzo nadamat sath laya hun

Bhikari wo ke jiske paas jholi hai na pyala hai
Bhikari wo jise Hirso Hawas ne maar dala hai

Mata-e-Deeno Danish nafs ke hathon se lutwa kar
Sukun-e-Qalb ki daulat hawas ki bhet chadwa kar

Luta kar sari punji Ghaflato Isyaan ki daldal mein
Sahara lene aaya hun Tere Qaabe ke aanchal mein

Gunahon ki lipat se Kaynat-e-Qalb afsurda
Irad-e-Muzmahel Himmat shikasta Hosale murda

Kahan se laaun takat dil ki sachi tarjumani ki
Kis janjhal mein guzri hein gadhiyan zindagani ki

Khulasa ye ke bas jhal bhun ke apni roo siyahi se
Sarapa faqr ban kar apni halat ki tabahi se

Tere darbar mein laya hun apni ab zabuhali
Teri chokhat ke layik har amal se hath hein khali

Ye Tera Ghar hai Tere Maher ka darbar hai Maula
Sarapa Noor hai Ek Mohbat-e-Anfar hai Maula

Teri chokhat ke jo aadab hein mein unse khali hun
Nahin jisko saliqa mangane ka wo sawali hun

Zuban ghar ke nadamat dil ki nakas tarjumani par
Khudaya Rahem meri is zaban-e-Be Zubani par

Ye Aankhen khushq hein Ya Rabb inhe rona nahin aata
Sulagte daag hein Dil mein jinhe dhona nahin aata

Ilahi Teri chokhat par bhikari ban ke aaya hun
Sarapa faqr hun ijzzo nadamat sath laya hun

Prayer for the Accuser

May no one make a spectacle of the seen eye,
To see, let the eye of the heart desire someone.
What did you expect to find on Mount Toor, O Kaleem?
If you have the strength to see, then make a request.

Oh God, I have come to your doorstep as a beggar,
I am all poverty, I have brought with me honor and remorse.

A beggar is one who has neither a bowl nor a cup,
A beggar is one who has been killed by greed and desire.

Mother of the Faith, stolen by the hand of the self,
The wealth of peace of heart, the sacrifice of desire.

Having squandered my entire capital in the swamp of negligence and disobedience,
I have come to take refuge in the lap of your Kaaba.

The universe of my heart is depressed by the veil of sins,
My will is weak, my courage is broken, my spirits are dead.

From where can I bring the strength for a true translation of the heart?
In what turmoil have the hours of my life passed?

In short, I am embarrassed by my own face,
I am all poverty, I am ruined by my own condition.

I have brought you my helplessness,
I am empty of every deed worthy of your doorstep.

This is your home, this is the court of your Master, O Lord,
It is all light, it is a pure love, O Lord.

I am empty of the customs of your doorstep,
I am a beggar who does not know how to beg.

Despite my remorse and my inability to express myself,
Have mercy on my dumb tongue, O God.

These eyes are dry, O Lord, they cannot weep,
There are burning wounds in my heart that cannot be healed.

Oh God, I have come to your doorstep as a beggar,
I am all poverty, I have brought with me honor and remorse.