Текст и перевод песни Mohammed Rafi - Muddat Huyi Hai

Muddat Huyi Hai

Muddat huī hai yaar ko mehmāñ kiye hue
Josh-e-qadah se bazm charāġhāñ kiye hue
Kartā huuñ jam.a phir jigar-e-laḳht-laḳht ko
Arsa huā hai dāvat-e-mizhgāñ kiye hue
Phir vaz-e-ehtiyāt se rukne lagā hai dam
Barsoñ hue haiñ chaak garebāñ kiye hue
Phir garm-nāla-hā-e-sharar-bār hai nafas
Muddat huī hai sair-e-charāġhāñ kiye hue
Phir pursish-e-jarāhat-e-dil ko chalā hai ishq
Sāmān-e-sad-hazār namak-dāñ kiye hue
Phir bhar rahā huuñ ḳhāma-e-mizhgāñ ba-ḳhūn-e-dil
Sāz-e-chaman tarāzi-e-dāmāñ kiye hue
Bāham-digar hue haiñ dil o diida phir raqīb
Nazzāra o ḳhayāl kā sāmāñ kiye hue
Dil phir tavāf-e-kū-e-malāmat ko jaa.e hai
Pindār kā sanam-kada vīrāñ kiye hue
Phir shauq kar rahā hai ḳharīdār kī talab
Arz-e-matā-e-aql-o-dil-o-jāñ kiye hue
DauḌe hai phir har ek gul-o-lāla par ḳhayāl
Sad-gulistāñ nigāh kā sāmāñ kiye hue
Phir chāhtā huuñ nāma-e-dildār kholnā
Jaañ nazr-e-dil-farebi-e-unvāñ kiye hue
Māñge hai phir kisī ko lab-e-bām par havas
Zulf-e-siyāh ruḳh pe pareshāñ kiye hue
Chāhe hai phir kisī ko muqābil meñ aarzū
Surme se tez dashna-e-mizhgāñ kiye hue
Ik nau-bahār-e-nāz ko taake hai phir nigāh
Chehra faroġh-e-mai se gulistāñ kiye hue
Phir jī meñ hai ki dar pe kisī ke paḌe raheñ
Sar zer-bār-e-minnat-e-darbāñ kiye hue
Jī DhūñDtā hai phir vahī fursat ki raat din
BaiThe raheñ tasavvur-e-jānāñ kiye hue
′ġhālib' hameñ na chheḌ ki phir josh-e-ashk se
BaiThe haiñ ham tahayya-e-tūfāñ kiye hue

Muddat Huyi Hai

Been a long time I've welcomed my love as a guest,
With the fervor of a goblet I've lit up the party.
I'm gathering my shattered heart again.
It's been ages since I invited eyelashes to flutter.
My breath is now filled with caution.
It's been years since my heart's been torn.
My breath is now a torrent of sparks.
It's been a long time since I've wandered among the lights.
Love is asking me about my heart's wound.
Ah, the many ways to sprinkle salt.
My eyelashes are now filled with the ink of my heart.
The melody of the garden is the rhythm of my heart.
My heart and eyes are now rivals,
They're envisioning a spectacle of beauty.
My heart is again making the rounds of the alley of blame.
Pride's idol temple is now in ruins.
Again, the desire for a buyer is calling,
Offering reason, heart, and soul for sale.
Imagination runs wild among the flowers,
A thousand gardens in my gaze.
I want to open the letter from my beloved,
My life a sacrifice to the allure of the address.
Craving the terrace with someone,
Dark curls flowing over their face.
Wanting someone to face me,
Their eyelashes sharp as daggers.
My gaze beholds a new spring of beauty,
Their face radiant as a garden from wine.
In my mind, I'm at the gate of someone's house,
My head bowed under the weight of the gatekeeper's favor.
My heart seeks that night and day,
Sitting in the reverie of my beloved.
'Ghalib', don't tease me, for in the surge of tears,
I am preparing for a storm.