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Lyrics of Mere Dil Par Chal Rahe Hai - मेरे दिल पर चल रहे है
mere dil par chal rahe hai
abhi jis najar ke saye
yahi dil me rahte rahte
kahi dard ban na jaye
kahi dard ban na jaye
mere dil par chal rahe hai
abhi jis najar ke saye
yahi dil me rahte rahte
kahi dard ban na jaye
kahi dard ban na jaye
wo jo masto bekhabar hai
abhi apne baankpan me
wo jo masto bekhabar hai
abhi apne baankpan me
wo adaye khaas jaise
mere dil ki anjuman me
kabhi ek deeya jalaye
kabhi ek deeya bujhaye
yahi dil me rahte rahte
kahi dard ban na jaye
kahi dard ban na jaye
jo hui sahar to jaga wohi ek khyaal unka
jo hui sahar to jaga wohi ek khyaal unka
mere aayine me aaya wo rukhe jamal unka
kabhi aap hi khafa ho kabhi aap muskuraye
yahi dil me rahte rahte
kahi dard ban na jaye
kahi dard ban na jaye
ye naye naye se arman
na to khwaab hai na sapne
ye naye naye se arman
na to khwaab hai na sapne
koi mane ya na mane
mujhe lag rahe hai apne
wahi ajnabi se bankar
jo khade hai sar jhukaye
yahi dil me rahte rahre
kahi dard ban na jaye
kahi dard ban na jaye
mere dil pe chal rahe hai
abhi jis najar ke saye
yahi dil me rahte rahte
kahi dard ban na jaye
kahi dard ban na jaye
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Mere Dil Par Chal Rahe Hai
Upon my heart, they tread with grace,
Those shadows of a watching gaze.
Dwelling now within my core,
Lest they morph to ache and sore.
Lest they become a painful core.
Lost in revelry, unaware,
Of youthful charm beyond compare.
Lost in their own heedless grace,
In my heart's most hallowed space.
A flame they light, a flame they quell,
Dwelling now, a living hell,
Lest they morph to ache and sore.
Lest they become a painful core.
When dawn unfurls, their thought awakes,
Their image in my mirror breaks.
Their beauty blooms, a fleeting show,
Now they frown, now smiles bestow.
Dwelling now, the heart's despair,
Lest they morph to ache and snare.
Lest they become a painful snare.
These novel longings, fresh and new,
Not dreams, nor visions shining through.
Believe it or not, they feel so near,
Though they are unknown, they appear.
Standing there, with bowed-down head,
Dwelling now, the words unsaid,
Lest they morph to ache and snare.
Lest they become a painful snare.
Upon my heart, they tread with grace,
Those shadows of a watching gaze.
Dwelling now within my core,
Lest they morph to ache and sore.
Lest they become a painful core.
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.
