Kya Jaanoo Sajan - Kavita Krishnamurthy перевод на английский

Kya Jaanoo Sajan

Kya jaanoon sajan hotee hai kya gam kee shaam
Jal ute sau die jab liya tera naam
Kya jaanoon sajan hotee hai kya gam kee shaam
Jal ute sau die jab liya tera naam
Kya jaanoon sajan...

Jab se milee nazar maathe pe ban gae
Bindiya nayan tere, dekho sajnaa
Jab se milee nazar maathe pe ban gae
Bindiya nayan tere, dekho sajnaa

Bhar lee jo pyaar se meri kalayiyaan
Piya teri ungliyaan ho gayi kangana

Kya jaanoon sajan hotee hai kya gam kee shaam
Jal ute sau die jab liya tera naam
Kya jaanoon sajan...

Kaanton mein main khadi nainon ke dwaar pe
Nis-din bahaar ke dekhoon sapane
Kaanton mein main khadi nainon ke dwaar pe
Nis-din bahaar ke dekhoon sapane

Chehare kee dhul kya, chanda kee chaandanee
Utari to rah gayi mukh pe apanee

Kya jaanoon sajan hotee hai kya gam kee shaam
Jal ute sau die jab liya tera naam
Kya jaanoon sajan hotee hai kya gam kee shaam
Jal ute sau die jab liya tera naam

Kya jaanoon sajan...

What Do I Know, My Beloved?

What do I know, my beloved, what an evening of sorrow feels like?
A hundred lamps were lit when I took your name.
What do I know, my beloved, what an evening of sorrow feels like?
A hundred lamps were lit when I took your name.
What do I know, my beloved...?

Since our eyes met, they have become
Decorations on my forehead, your eyes, see, my love.
Since our eyes met, they have become
Decorations on my forehead, your eyes, see, my love.

When my wrists were filled with love,
Your fingers, beloved, became my bangles.

What do I know, my beloved, what an evening of sorrow feels like?
A hundred lamps were lit when I took your name.
What do I know, my beloved...?

I stand amidst thorns at the doorway of my eyes,
Day and night, I see dreams of spring.
I stand amidst thorns at the doorway of my eyes,
Day and night, I see dreams of spring.

What was the dust on my face? The moonlight of the moon
Descended, and only my own face remained.

What do I know, my beloved, what an evening of sorrow feels like?
A hundred lamps were lit when I took your name.
What do I know, my beloved, what an evening of sorrow feels like?
A hundred lamps were lit when I took your name.

What do I know, my beloved...?