Thursday, 29 July 2010

KISE DA YAR NA VICHRE NUSRAT FATEH ALI KHAN

This song is dedicated to the loved ones of the 152 people who perished in the air crash in Islamabad yesterday. Kisi da yaar na vichre, especially in an air crash where all you have is charred up barely recognizable remains of your loved ones. May Allah grant them patience and sabar. May the deceased people rest in peace and may they be granted Jannat-al-Firdaus. Ameen! Countless hopes and dreams died alongwith the deceased. Its heartbreaking when you think of the couple going for their honeymoon and the six bright and young delegates who were going for the Young Leaders Conference :'(



Lyrics

Aes To Dadha Dukh Na Koi Pyar Na Vichde
Kise Da Yaar Na Vichde

Rog Hijjar Da Maar Mukaave
Sukh Da Koi Saah Na Aave

Dukh Londe Ne Dil Vich Dere
Chaare Paase Dissan Hanere

Duniya Vichre Nahi Parwah Dildaar Na Vichre
Kise Da Yaar Na Vichre

Naagan Vaangoo Dang Diyan Raatan
Pat Jharr Lag Diyan Ne Barsaatan

Hanjuan Haar Parovan akhiyan
Loki Hassde Rowan Akhiyan

Gham Aawan Te Naheen Parwaah GhamGaar Na Vichrhe
Kisse Da Yaar Na Wichre

Yaar Jinhaan De Paaon Judayiaan
Rull Jaande Ne Vaang Shudaayiaan

Ranjhe Varge Ishq De Rogi
Kan Parhwa Ke Ban Gaye Jogi

Lakh Vaari Jeh Karo Dua Ik Vaar Na Vichde
Kisse Daa Yaar Na Wichre...

Aes To Dadha Dukh Na Koi Pyar Na Vichde
Kise Da Yaar Na Vichde...kise daa yaar naa vichde

English Translation

No sorrow is bigger than the seperation of beloved
no one's beloved shall get apart


ailment of speration makes you dead
no breath of happiness comes


sorrows get settled into your heart
and you see darkness all around you


Whole world gets seperate, dont care, but beloved should not be parted
no one's beloved shall get apart


nights bite you like a snake
Rain seems like autumn


Eyes weave the garland of tears
people laugh and eyes weep


dont care even sorrows come, but beloved shall not go away
none's beloved shall get apart

whoever's beloved is seperated
wanders like an insane

patients of love like ranjha
peirced ears and turned jogi (saint)

pray a lakh times shant (beloved) be away once
none's bloved shall get apart

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