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Lyrics of Allah Bachaye Naujawanon Se - अल्लाह बचाए नौजवानों से
mohabbat ko yaha tak aaj ke insan le aaye
jaha koi hasin dekha vahi aaye
alla bachaye naujavano se, alla bachaye
alla bachaye naujavano se, alla bachaye
rang rangile mastano se alla bachaye
jalim mila kar aankhe barte hai thandi sanse
dil ko lubate hai bahano se, alla bachaye
alla bachaye naujavano se, alla bachaye
firte galiyo galiyo ulfat ke nagame gate
firte galiyo galiyo ulfat ke nagame gate
karte hai dil ka sauda raste me aate jate
karte hai dil ka sauda raste me aate jate
ulfat ho inki sasti jhuti hai inki masti
toba hai aise insano se, alla bachaye
alla bachaye naujavano se, alla bachaye
pahale to ghul mil jaye aankho me kajal ban ke
pahale to ghul mil jaye aankho me kajal ban ke
ambar me fir ud jaye aavara badal banke
ambar me fir ud jaye aavara badal banke
jab chahe riksha jode jab chahe milana chhod e
baaj aaye hum to in javano se, alla bachaye
alla bachaye naujavano se, alla bachaye
roj-e-mohabbat kya hai itna na jane koi
roj-e-mohabbat kya hai itna na jane koi
jalane ki dhun hai sabko jalana jane koi
jalane ki dhun hai sabko jalana jane koi
rota hai samma ka dil jawa hai same mahfil
aise do range parvane se, alla bachaye
rang rangile mastano se, alla bachaye
alla bachaye naujavano se, alla bachaye
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Allah Bachaye Naujawanon Se
Love's path, a twisted road, we tread,
Where beauty beckons, hearts misled.
God save the youth, from passions' snare,
God save the youth, from empty prayer.
From painted masks and drunken glee,
God, shield us from such misery.
With eyes that feign a tender grace,
They steal the heart, then leave no trace.
God save the youth, from loves untrue,
God save the youth, and see them through.
Through streets they roam, with songs of love,
Through streets they roam, a fickle dove.
They hawk their hearts, with fleeting ease,
They trade in souls, that never appease.
Their love is cheap, their joy a lie,
From such deceit, we turn and sigh.
God save the youth, from shallow art,
God save the youth, and mend the heart.
First, they're the kohl within the eye,
First, they're the kohl, beneath the sky.
Then, clouds that drift, in endless flight,
Then, clouds that drift, and dim the light.
They bind and sever, at their will,
From such betrayers, save us still.
God save the youth, from fickle guise,
God save the youth, before our eyes.
What is true love, none understand,
What is true love, in this lost land?
They crave the fire, but know no burn,
They crave the fire, for which we yearn.
The evening weeps, the night is young,
Two-faced moths, their praises sung.
God save us from this shadowed play,
From painted masks that lead astray.
God save the youth, from passions' snare,
God save the youth, from empty prayer.
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
