Текст и перевод песни Runa Laila - Dil Ki Halat Ko Koi Kya Jane

Dil Ki Halat Ko Koi Kya Jane

Ye kaisa aye nikharte baadalo
Tum par shabbab aaya
Koi imaan ko baitha
Koi imaan le aaya
Pharishton ki ibadatse batao
Dushamni kyun hain
Kisi ke vaaste koi
Tadapkar jaan de aaya

Dil ki halat ko koi kya jane
Dil ki halat ko koi kya jane
Yaato hum jaane yaa khuda jaane
Dil ki halat ko koi kya jane

Subho ke saath hain hasee kirane
Raat sajh jaaye chaand taaron se
Subho ke saath hain hasee kirane
Raat sajh jaaye chaand taaron se
Ek hum hain ki kyaa muqadaar hain
Ek hum hain ki kyaa muqadaar hain
Koi rishta nahi baharon se
Kaash dede haay...
Kaash dede sukun veerane
Yaato hum jaane yaa khuda jaane
Dil ki halat ko koi kya jane

Kyaa sitam hain ki motiya bunde
Kachchein zakhmo ko
Ghud ghudati hain
Kyaa sitam hain ki motiya bunde
Kachchein zakhmo ko
Ghud ghudati hain
In ghatao ka kyaa karein koi
Jo sadaa khoon hi rulaati hain
Ab kahan jaaye haaye...
Ab kahan jaaye jee ko behalane
Yaato hum jaane yaa khuda jaane
Dil ki halat ko koi kya jane
Yaato hum jaane yaa khuda jaane
Dil ki halat ko koi kya jane.

The State of My Heart, Who Could Know

O clouds, how beautifully you bloom after the rain,
You have blossomed,
Some have gained faith,
Some have brought faith,
Pray tell, why are there conflicts,
Amongst the angels' prayers and veneration,
Some pine away for others,
To the point of sacrificing their lives.

The state of my heart, who could know,
The state of my heart, who could know,
Perhaps only I or God knows,
The state of my heart, who could know.

The radiant beams of morning accompany us,
When night descends, the moon and stars accompany us,
The radiant beams of morning accompany us,
When night descends, the moon and stars accompany us,
But I alone am unfortunate,
My destiny is cruel,
I have no connection to the spring season,
Oh, if only I could find solace in desolation...
If only I could find serenity in emptiness,
Perhaps only I or God knows,
The state of my heart, who could know.

How cruel it is that tears,
Pierce my fresh wounds,
And sting,
How cruel it is that tears,
Pierce my fresh wounds,
And sting,
What can I do with these clouds,
Which relentlessly torment me with sorrow,
Where can I go, alas...
Where can I go to find solace,
Perhaps only I or God knows,
The state of my heart, who could know,
Perhaps only I or God knows,
The state of my heart, who could know.