Текст и перевод песни Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan - Mast Nazron Se Allah

Mast Nazron Se Allah

Koi dil mein liye armaan chala jaata hai
Koi khoye huay ausaan chala jaata hai
Husn walon se yeh keh do ke na niklein bahir
Dekhne walon ka eimaan chala jaata hai
Mast nazron se Allah bachaye
Mahjamalon se Allah bachaye
Mast nazron se Allah bachaye
Mahjamalon se Allah bachaye
Har bala sar pe aa jaye lekin
Husn walon se Allah bachaye
Inki maasoomiyat par na jaana
Inke dhoke mein har giz na aana
Loot lete hain yeh muskura kar
In ki chalon se Allah bachaye
Inki maasoomiyat par na jaana
Inke dhoke mein har giz na aana
Loot lete hain yeh muskura kar
Inki chalon se Allah bachaye
Loot lete hain yeh muskura kar
Inki chalon se Allah bachaye
Loot lete hain ye, loot lete hain
Ye loot lete hain, ye loot lete hain
Ye loot lete hain, ye loot lete hain
Jhalak rukh ki dikha kar, muskura kar loot lete hain
Nigahu se nigahu ko mila kar loot lete hain
Ye achhi pardadaari hai, ye achhi dilnawazi hai
Hansa kar loot lete hain, rula kar loot lete hain
Ye loot lete hain, ye loot lete hain
Ye loot lete hain, ye loot lete hain
Husn waale wafa nahi karte
Ishq waale dagha nahi karte
Zulm karna to inki aadat hai
Ye kisi ka bhala nahi karte
Ye loot lete hain, ye loot lete hain
Ye loot lete hain, ye loot lete hain
Amir is raaste se jo guzrte hain woh kehte hain
Muhalla hai haseeno ka, keh luteru ki basti hai
Ye loot lete hain, ye loot lete hain
Loot lete hain yeh muskura kar
Inki chalon se Allah bachaye
Inki fitrat mein hai be-wafaai
Jaanti hai ye saari khudaaee
Achhe achhu ko dete hain dhoka
Bhole bhalu se Allah bachaye
Achhe achho ko dete hain dhoka
Bhole bhalu se Allah bachaye
Mast nazron se Allah bachaye
Mahjamalon se Allah bachaye

Mast Nazron Se Allah

Someone leaves with a wish in their heart
Someone leaves with a lost hope
Tell the beautiful ones not to go out
The faith of those who look is lost
Save me, O God, from intoxicating glances
Save me, O God, from moon-faced ones
Save me, O God, from intoxicating glances
Save me, O God, from moon-faced ones
May every calamity befall me
But save me, O God, from the beautiful ones
Do not be deceived by their innocence
Do not fall for their deceit
They rob with a smile
Save me, O God, from their ways
Do not be deceived by their innocence
Do not fall for their deceit
They rob with a smile
Save me, O God, from their ways
They rob with a smile
Save me, O God, from their ways
They rob, they rob
They rob, they rob
They rob, they rob
They rob with a glance, they rob with a smile
They rob by meeting eyes with eyes
This is fine purdah, this is fine charm
They rob with laughter, they rob with tears
They rob, they rob
They rob, they rob
The beautiful are not faithful
The lovers are not treacherous
It is their habit to be cruel
They do not do good to anyone
They rob, they rob
They rob, they rob
Those who pass this way say
This is the neighborhood of the beautiful, the town of robbers
They rob, they rob
They rob with a smile
Save me, O God, from their ways
Unfaithfulness is in their nature
God knows it all
They deceive the good and the innocent
Save me, O God, from the naive
They deceive the good and the innocent
Save me, O God, from the naive
Save me, O God, from intoxicating glances
Save me, O God, from moon-faced ones