Isharon Isharon Men Dil Lenewale - Mohammed Rafi , Asha Bhosle перевод на английский

Isharon Isharon Men Dil Lenewale

Hae, ishaaron-ishaaron mein dil le ne waale
Bataa ye hunar tune seekha kahaan se?
Nigaahon-nigaahon mein jaadoo chalaanaa
Meri jaan, seekha hai tumne jahaan se

O, mere dil ko tum bha gae
Meri kya thi is mein khataa?
Muje jisane tadapaa diya
Yahi thi vo zaalim ada
Yahi thi vo zaalim ada

Ye raanjha kee baathen, ye majanu ke kisse
Alag to nahin hai meri daastaan se
Ishaaron-ishaaron mein dil lene waale
Bataa ye hunar tune seekha kahaan se?

O, mohabbat jo karte hain
Vo mohabbat jataate nahin
Dhadakanen apanae dil kee kabhi
Kisi ko sunaate nahin
Kisi ko sunaate nahin

Mazaa kya raha, jab ki khud kar diya ho
Mohabbat ka izhaar apanee zubaan se
Nigaahon-nigaahon mein jaadoo chalaanaa
Meri jaan, seekha hai tumne kahaan se?

Ho, maanaa ki, jaan-a/e-jahaan
Lakhon mein tum ek ho
Hamaari nigaahon kee bhee
Kuch to magar daad do
Kuch to magar daad do

Bahaaron ko bhee naaz jis phool par tha
Vo hee phool hamne chunaa gulistaan se

Ishaaron-ishaaron mein dil lene waale
Bataa ye hunar tune seekha kahaan se?
Nigaahon-nigaahon mein jaadoo chalaanaa
Meri jaan, seekha hai tumne jahaan se

Bataa ye hunar tune seekha kahaan se?
Meri jaan, seekha hai tumne jahaan se
Bataa ye hunar tune seekha kahaan se?

Signals Signals In Heart Taking

Hey, with signals, with signals, stealing my heart,
Tell me, where did you learn this skill?
Casting magic with your eyes, with your eyes,
My darling, where did you learn it?

Oh, you swept away my heart,
What was my fault in this?
The one who tormented me,
This was that cruel style,
This was that cruel style,

These tales of Ranjha, these stories of Majnu,
Are not different from my story.
With signals, with signals, stealing my heart,
Tell me, where did you learn this skill?

Oh, those who love,
They don't show off their love.
The beating of their own heart,
They never let anyone hear,
They never let anyone hear.

What's the fun when you yourself have made
A declaration of love with your own tongue?
Casting magic with your eyes, with your eyes,
My darling, where did you learn it?

Oh, I agree, life of the world,
You are one in a million,
But to my glances too,
Give some appreciation,
Give some appreciation.

The flower upon which even spring prided itself,
That very flower I chose from the garden.

With signals, with signals, stealing my heart,
Tell me, where did you learn this skill?
Casting magic with your eyes, with your eyes,
My darling, where did you learn it?

Tell me, where did you learn this skill?
My darling, where did you learn it?
Tell me, where did you learn this skill?