Main To Piya Se Naina Mila Aayi Re - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan перевод на английский

Main To Piya Se Naina Mila Aayi Re

Main to piya se naina laga ayi re...
Khusro rain suhag ki main jaagun pee ke sang
Tan mora mann piya ka jo dono ek hi rang
Khusrau Darya Prem Ka, Jo Ulti Wa Ki Dhaar
Jo Ubhra So Doob Gaya, Jo Dooba So Paar
Khusro baazi prem ki jo khelun pee ke sang
Jeet gayi to piya more haari to pee ke sang
Main to piya se naina laga ayi re
Gar naari gawari kahe so kahe
Ao ni sayiyo ral dewo ne wadhayi
Sohni suratiya mohni muratiya
Husn e yusuf dam e eesa yaad e baizandari
Aaja Khooban Hamaza ranj to tanhadari
Ae misle todar husn e bashar khushban sare naist
Khoobi ke dozari sanam aa dard ga naist
Gul ajab husn o jamaal o khat o khalo gaisu
Sarw qadde ajab e kaamat e naaz e ajabe
Aayate Quran barzarat tafseer e Quran gaisuat
Aye rooh e to Quran tu hi mae imaan tuhi
Munabbar do alam zaru e mubinash
Zaru mubanish Jo subahe tajallah
Wayak zulfe khanda wayak teere shame
Sohni suratiya mohni muratiya
Main to hirday ke peechche sama aayi re
Khusro nizam ke bal bal jayiyan
Bahut kathin hai dagar panghat ki
Prem nagar ki raah kathin hai
Sambhal sambhal ke chala karo
Tann mann apne gur ka samjho
Isi agan mein jala karo
Sayiyan ne maari boli
Pehchan re aa jogi
Bahut kathin hai dagar panghat ki
Kaise bhar laun main jamna ne matki
Khwaja nizammuddin mai tore waari
Saabir allauddin main tore waari
Baba fareeduddin main tore waari
Kaliyar waale e rangrej rang do chunariya hamari
Main tore sapno mein khoyi
Tore bin mora meet na koi
Kaliyar shehar ke banke sayiyan
He saabir mori pakro bayiyan
Saabir allauddin main tore waari
Laaj rakho tum more ghunghat ki
Khusro nizam ke bal bal jayiyan
Main to bin mol cheri kaha aayi re

I Have Eyes for You My Love

I have eyes only for you, my love...
Khusro, may I spend the beautiful night awake with you
My body and my heart belong to you, we are one
Khusrau, the river of love, flows in reverse
Those who rise, fall, and those who fall, cross over
Khusro, I play the game of love with you
If I win, I am yours, and if I lose, I am still yours
I have eyes only for you, my love
If a woman sings of love, let her sing
Come, friends, let us celebrate
Beautiful face, enchanting form
The beauty of Joseph, the breath of Jesus, the memory of Bayazid
Come, my love, relieve me of my loneliness
O peacock, the beauty of humanity is unparalleled
There is no pain in the beauty of the other world
O rose, your beauty, your bloom, your fragrance, your curls
O cypress, your stature, your grace, your captivating ways
The verses of the Quran are revealed in your hair
O spirit of the Quran, you are the meaning of faith
The pulpit of the two worlds is your radiant face
Your radiant face is the dawn of revelation
Your locks are like a sword, your eyes like arrows
Beautiful face, enchanting form
My heart follows you
Khusro, may Nizam's hair be sacrificed
The path to the riverbank is very difficult
The road to the city of love is hard
Walk carefully
Consider your body and soul as your guru's
Burn in this fire
My beloved spoke
Recognize this yogi
The path to the riverbank is very difficult
How can I fill my pitcher from the Yamuna
Khwaja Nizamuddin, I am your slave
Sabir Allauddin, I am your slave
Baba Fariduddin, I am your slave
O Kaliyar, the dyer, dye my veil
I am lost in your dreams
I have no friend but you
O handsome prince of Kaliyar
O Sabir, hold my hand
Sabir Allauddin, I am your slave
Protect my honor
Khusro, may Nizam's hair be sacrificed
I have come here for free without asking