Pyaar Ka Pehla Khat Cover Jagjit Singh Ghazal

Jhuki Jhuki Si Nazar Beqarar Hai Ke Nahi (Jagjit Singh)

Muhabbat karne wale kam na honge...
Teri mehfil mein lekin hum na honge...

Zamaane bhar ke gham ya ik tera gham
Yeh gham hoga tu kitne gham na honge...
Teri mehfil mein lekin hum na honge...

Agar tu iteffaqan mil bhi jaaye
Teri furqat ke sadmay kam na honge...
Teri mehfil mein lekin hum na honge...

Diloon ki uljhanein bharti rahengi
Agar kuch mashwaray baaham na honge...
Teri mehfil mein lekin hum na honge...

'Hafeez' un se mein jitna badgumaan hoon
Woh mujh se iskadr barham na honge...
Teri mehfil mein lekin hum na honge...

Muhabbat karne wale kam na honge...!
Teri Mehfil mein lekin hum na honge...!


Mohabbat Karne Wale Kam Na Hon Ge Teri Mehfil Lekin Hum Na Honge - Farida Khanum Urdu Ghazal

Gham Ka Khazana Tera Bhi

Yeh dhuwan sa (with English translation)
(Poet : Meer taqi Meer  Singer : Mehdi Hassan)


dekh to dil k jan se uthta hai
ye dhuan sa kahan se uthta hai

gor kis dil-jale ki hai ye falak
shola ik subah yan se uthta hai

khana-e-dil se zinhar na ja
koi aise makan se uthta hai

nala sar khenchata hai jab mera
shor ek asman se uthta hai

larti hai us ki chashm-e-shokh jahan
ek ashob wan se uthta hai

sudh le ghar ki bhi shola-e-awaz
dud kuch ashiyan se uthta hai

baithne kaun de hai phir us ko
jo tere astan se uthta hai

yun uthe ah us gali se ham
jaise koi jahan se uthta hai

ishq ik 'Meer' bhari paththar hai
bojh kab natawan se uthta hai

---------------- English Translation --------------

My heart you sight or my soul; there it arose.
Fumes darted right, from where it arose?

O Sky! Who, burnt-heart is buried in this grave?
A fireball- first light there it arose.

‘Never leave the room of my heart, ‘I felt
Seeing you in the house quite the way you arose.

When my brain strained with dire pain.
A din at the heights there it arose.

Where her playful eyes arrests the view.
A fount of fright geared to arose.

Think of home O melodious sound,
A smoke cloud slight, in the nest, there it arose.

Who will let him settle down again?
From your doorstep upright, there he arose.

I got up from your street as if,
One might leave the world, for his death arose.

O! Meer, Love is a massive rock.
Can a weak man fight the load that arose?

Main Khayal Hoon Kisi Aur Ka -Mehdi Hassan

Aristocles Cadmus