Текст и перевод песни Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan - Tere Darwaze Peh Chilman

Tere Darwaze Peh Chilman

Yeh kajravi na meri jaan ikhteyaar karo
Jo tumse pyar kare tum bhi usse pyar karo
Kaha jo maine dil beqaraar hai mera
Toh has ke kehne lage aur beqaraar karo
Dikhao jaam na bharkar main badakhuar nahi
Meri nazar ko nazar se gunahgaar karo
Mehak uthegi jawaani gulaab ki soorat
Haseen baahon ko mere gale ka haar karo
Mujhko tasleem main sharaabi hoon
Phir bhi fitrat ajeeb paayi hai
Main nazar se sharaab peeta hoon
Meri rindi bhi paarsaayi hai
Fikr e soodo ziyaan to chhutegi
Minnatein een o aan to chhutegi
Khair do zakh mein mai mile na mile
Sheikh sahib se jaan to chhutegi
Shikan na daal jabeen par sharaab dete hue
Yeh muskurati hui cheez muskura ke pila
Suroor cheez ke miqdaar par nahi maukoof
Sharaab kam hai toh saai nazar mila ke pila
Kuch murakke hain zindagani ke
Chand unwaan hain kahaani ke
Chandni zulf raqs sher sharaab
Mukhtalif naam hain jawaani ke
Sharaab e shauk ko masti mein laake pita hoon
Main masira ki nazar se chhupa ke pita hoon
Rakoon se jo baje sajde mein jaake pita hoon
Wo rind hoon jo khuda ko bhi kha ke pita hoon
Tere darwaaze pe chilman nahi dekhi jaati
Jaan e jaan hamse yeh uljhan nahi dekhi jaati
Rukh pe yeh zulf ki uljhan nahi dekhi jaati
Phool ki god mein naagin nahi dekhi jaati
Behijabana milo hamse yeh parda kaisa
Band doli mein suhaagan nahi dekhi jaati
Jaam mein ho toh nazar aaye gulabi joda
Hamse botal mein yeh dulhan nahi dekhi jaati
Ghar banayein kisi sehra mein muhabbat ke liye
Shehar waalon se yeh jogan nahi dekhi jaati
Ham nazar baaz hain dikhla hamein tegi ka jamaal
Moorti hamse barahman nahi dekhi jaati
Aye fana kehde hawa se ke uda le jaayein
Hamse yeh khaak e nasheman nahi dekhi jaati

At Your Doorway

My darling, don't choose these kohl-black eyes,
Love as I love you and I'll love you too,
When I said that my heart is restless without you,
Smiling, you said: "Make it even more restless",
Show me the filled goblet but don't be angry,
With your eyes make my gaze guilty,
Like the fragrance of a rose, youth will blossom,
Make those beautiful arms a garland for my neck,
I admit I am a drunkard,
Still, I have a strange habit,
With my eyes, I drink the wine,
My free-thinking has become my piety,
Worries of profit and loss will vanish,
Prayers of sighs and tears will vanish,
Whether or not I get the cup, let it go,
From the Sheikh, my soul will vanish,
Don't scowl giving the wine,
Smile as you serve this exhilarating potion,
Intoxication doesn't depend on the quantity of the drink,
If the wine is less, fill it with your glance,
There are some riddles of life,
A few headings in the story,
Moonlit hair, poetry, wine,
These are different names for youth,
With devotion, I drink the wine of desire,
I drink it with the glance of my beloved,
Standing in prostration, I drink it at the mosque,
I am a drunkard who drinks God,
I have not seen the curtains at your doorway,
My darling, I can't bear this mystery,
I don't see these tangled curls on your face,
I don't see a snake in a flower's lap,
Meet me without veils, why this curtain,
I have not seen a bride in a closed palanquin,
If it's in a cup, then the rosy hue is visible,
I have not seen this bride in a bottle,
Let's make a home in a desert, for love,
City people cannot see this ascetic,
We do not avert our gaze, show us the beautiful sword,
I have not seen a Brahmin with an idol,
O Annihilation, tell the wind to blow me away,
I can't bear to see this intoxicated dust,