aan ki dil burd ze man nikhat-e-gesu-e-tu bud
aan ki dil burd ze man nikhat-e-gesu-e-tu bud
Ahmad Shahjahanpuri
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aañ ki dil burd ze man nik.hat-e-gesū-e-tū buud
vaañ ki zad zaḳhm ba-jāñ ġhamza-e-jādū-e-tū buud
The one who stole my heart was the fragrance of your tresses,
And the one who wounded my soul was your enchanting smile.
dīn-e-man dīdan-e-tū mehr-e-tū īmān-e-manast
qibla-e-man ruḳh-e-tū ka.aba-e-man kū-e-tū buud
Seeing you is my religion, and loving you is my faith.
My Kaaba is your face, and my qibla is your abode.
misl-e-parvāna pai-e-sham-e-ruḳhat soḳhta-am
nāla-e-bulbul-e-jānam ze gul-e-rū-e-tū buud
Like a moth, I burn at the sight of your face.
The lament of my soul is akin to the nightingale's song, inspired by your flower-like countenance.
aañ ki az 'ahmad'-e-miskīñ dil-o-dīñ ġhārat burd
shoḳhī-e-ġhamza-e-āñ turra-e-hindū-e-tū buud
The one who plundered the heart and faith of poor Ahmad,
Is the playfulness of your Turkish beloved.
aan ki dil burd ze man nikhat-e-gesu-e-tu bud
wan ki zad zaKHm ba-jaan ghamza-e-jadu-e-tu bud
The one who stole my heart was the fragrance of your tresses,
And the one who wounded my soul was your enchanting smile.
din-e-man didan-e-tu mehr-e-tu iman-e-manast
qibla-e-man ruKH-e-tu kaba-e-man ku-e-tu bud
Seeing you is my religion, and loving you is my faith.
My Kaaba is your face, and my qibla is your abode.
misl-e-parwana pai-e-sham-e-ruKHat soKHta-am
nala-e-bulbul-e-jaanam ze gul-e-ru-e-tu bud
Like a moth, I burn at the sight of your face.
The lament of my soul is akin to the nightingale's song, inspired by your flower-like countenance.
aan ki az 'ahmad'-e-miskin dil-o-din ghaarat burd
shoKHi-e-ghamza-e-an turra-e-hindu-e-tu bud
The one who plundered the heart and faith of poor Ahmad,
Is the playfulness of your Turkish beloved.
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