Текст и перевод песни Rizwan-Muazzam Qawwali - Lost In Love

Lost In Love

Ghulam-e-mustafaa bankar main bik jaaun madeenay
Mein, Muhammad naam ka sauda sar-e-bazaar ho jaaye

Ab ho gaya hai mujhko sauda ye Muhammad...
Apna mujhe na hosh na duniya ka hosh hai,
Baitha hua hun mast unhi ke khayaal mein
Na din mein lutf hai na ab raat acchi lagti
Hai, Aaqa ka hi khayaal unki baat acchi lagti hai
Ab ho gayaa hai...
Din raat yahi wird mera haaye Muhammad...
Din raat yahi karta hun ro-ro ke duaaein,
Mil jaaye Muhammad kahin mil jaaye Muhammad.

Surma ki tarha shaunk se aankhon mein lagaa
Lun, Mil jaaye khaaq-e-kab-e-paa-e-Muhammad...
Apne sajdon ki wahin par main inteha kar dun,
Gar mujhko mil jaaye kahin khaaq-e-kab-e-paa-e-Muhammad

Be-sood hasin jalwon ki haazat nahi mujhko,
Ghalab hun faqat naqsh-e-qab-e-paa-e-Nabii ka
Na haram ki tamanna hai na
Talaash-e-butqadaa hai bas... Mil jaaye kahin...

Haaye kuch paas nahi chaara chalta nahi
Mera, Sar bech ke leta hun main sauda-e-Muhammad

Hai Sabri ki iltejaa shab-raat khuda se,
Dum tere hi qadmon men nikal jaaye Muhammad
Ab ho gayaa hai mujhko...

Lost In Love

I'll become a slave of Mustafaa and sell myself in Madinah
My name, Muhammad, will be sold in the market place.

Now I've become a slave to this Muhammad...
I have no awareness of myself or the world,
I sit lost in his thoughts
I find no joy in the day nor solace in the night
Only the thought of my Beloved, his words bring me comfort.
Now I've become...
Day and night, my constant chant is, Oh Muhammad...
Day and night, I pray with tears,
May I find Muhammad, may I find Muhammad somewhere.

Like kohl, I'll lovingly apply it to my eyes
So I may find the dust of Muhammad's blessed feet...
I'll prostrate myself there, my ultimate devotion,
If I can just find the dust of Muhammad's blessed feet somewhere.

I have no need for the beauty of worldly distractions,
My heart desires only the mark of the Prophet's blessed feet.
I have no yearning for the Haram, nor
Am I seeking idols... I just want to find...

Alas, there's nothing near, nothing I can reach
I'll sell my very head to become Muhammad's slave

My plea to God, night and day, is for patience,
May my life be spent at the feet of Muhammad.
Now I've become...