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Lyrics of Aaja Sare Bazar Tera Pyar Bik Raha Hai - आजा सारे बाजार तेरा प्यार बिक रहा है
aaja, aaja, aaja, aaja
aaja sare bazar tera pyar bik raha hai
aaja sare bazar tera pyar bik raha hai
inkar bik raha hai, ikrar bik raha hai
aaja sare bazar tera pyar bik raha hai
inkar bik raha hai, ikrar bik raha hai
rasme wafa jaha me badnam ho rahi hain
parda nashi hasina nilam ho rahi hain
nilam ho rahi hain
galiyon me aaj uska didar bik raha hai
aaja sare bazar tera pyar bik raha hai
inkar bik raha hai ikrar bik raha hai
duniya meri wafa ki keemat laga rahi hai
meri jawa mohabbat aansu baha rahi hai
aansu baha rahi hai
ashqon se jo bana hai wo haar bik raha hai
aaja sare bazar tera pyar bik raha hai
inkar bik raha hai ikrar bik raha hai
aaja sare bazar tera pyar bik raha hai
ulfat me jisko dil ki har aaraju se seencha
furkat ko jisko humne apne lahu se seencha
apne lahu se seencha
abke bahar me wo guljar bik raha hai
aaja sare bazar tera pyar bik raha hai
inkar bik raha hai ikrar bik raha hai
aaja sare bazar tera pyar bik raha hai
aaja, aaja, aaja, aaja, aaja, aaja
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Aaja Sare Bazar Tera Pyar Bik Raha Hai
Come, come, come, come,
your love is sold in the open market,
your love is sold in the open market.
Denial is sold, confession is sold,
come, your love is sold in the open market.
Denial is sold, confession is sold.
The rituals of faith are defamed in the world,
veiled beauties are being auctioned,
are being auctioned.
Her vision is sold in the streets today,
come, your love is sold in the open market.
Denial is sold, confession is sold.
The world is pricing my faith,
my young love weeps,
weeps.
The garland made of tears is sold,
come, your love is sold in the open market.
Denial is sold, confession is sold.
come, your love is sold in the open market.
That which was nurtured in love, with every desire of the heart,
that which was nurtured by separation, we watered it with our blood,
with our own blood.
This spring, that garden is sold,
come, your love is sold in the open market.
Denial is sold, confession is sold.
come, your love is sold in the open market.
Come, come, come, come, come, come.
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.
