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Lyrics of Ishaaron Ishaaron Men Dil Lene Vaale - इशारों इशारों में दिल लेने वाले
isharo isharo me dil lene vale
bata ye hunar tune sikha kahan se
nigaho nigaho me jadu chalana
meri jan sikha hai tumane jahan se
mere dil ko tum bha gae meri kya thi is me khata
mere dil ko tadapa diya yahi thi vo zalim ada
yahi thi vo zalim ada
ye ranjha ki bate, ye majanu ke kisse
alag to nahi hai meri dasta se
isharo isharo me dil lene vale
bata ye hunar tune sikha kahan se
muhabbat jo karate hai vo muhabbat jatate nahi
dhadakane apane dil ki kabhi kisi ko sunate nahi
kisi ko sunate nahi
maza kya raha jab ki khud kar liya ho
muhabbat ka izahar apani zuba se
nigaho nigaho me jadu chalana
meri jan sikha hai tumane jahan se
mana ki jan-e-jaha lakho me tum ek ho
hamari nigaho ki bhi kuchh to magar dad do
kuchh to magar dad do
baharo ko bhi naz jis phul par tha
vahi phul hamane chuna gulasita se
isharo isharo me dil lene vale
bata ye hunar tune sikha kahan se
nigaho nigaho me jadu chalana
meri jan sikha hai tumane jahan se
bata ye hunar tune sikha kahan se
meri jan sikha hai tumane jahan se
bata ye hunar tune sikha kahan se
meri jan sikha hai tumane jahan se
bata ye hunar tune sikha kahan se
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Ishaaron Ishaaron Men Dil Lene Vaale
You, heart-thief in veiled glance,
Tell me, where did you learn this art, this dance?
To weave enchantment with your eyes,
My love, where did you find such magic lies?
My heart, you stole, a captive now,
And what was wrong, what vow?
My heart you ached, then broke in two,
Cruel was your sweet adieu.
Of Ranjha's tales, and Majnu's plea,
My own story whispers, wild and free.
You, heart-thief in veiled glance,
Tell me, where did you learn this art, this dance?
Lovers true, they do not boast,
Of love's deep well, its hidden coast.
They keep their heart's fierce, silent beat,
To no one does their soul retreat.
What joy when love, from self is said?
To speak of love with your own tongue has bled.
To weave enchantment with your eyes,
My love, where did you find such magic lies?
I know, my love, a jewel you are,
Amongst a million, shining star.
But grant my eyes, a touch of grace,
When gazing at your lovely face.
The bloom the spring itself did crave,
From all the garden, I have it to save.
You, heart-thief in veiled glance,
Tell me, where did you learn this art, this dance?
To weave enchantment with your eyes,
My love, where did you find such magic lies?
Tell me, where did you learn this art, this dance?
My love, where did you find such magic lies?
Tell me, where did you learn this art, this dance?
My love, where did you find such magic lies?
Tell me, where did you learn this art, this dance?
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.
