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Lyrics of Jis Dard Se Tum Humko - जिस दर्द से तुम हमको
sajna mere sajna
bulbul ne bhi yu gul ko pukara nahi hoga
bulbul ne bhi yu gul ko pukara nahi hoga
jis dard se hum tumko diya karte hai aawaz
bechain mohabbat ka kya khub hai andaz
bechain mohabbat ka kya khub hai andaz
jis dard se tum humko diya karte ho aawaz
bulbul ne bhi yu gul ko pukara nahi hoga
jis dard se hum tumko diya karte hai aawaz
chahat ke parwane hai aashiq apna naam
chahat ke parwane hai aashiq apna naam
humko tadpane se hi milta hai aaram
humko tadpane se hi milta hai aaram
anjam khuda jaane achchha toh hai aaghaz
jis dard se tum humko diya karte ho aawaz
bulbul ne bhi yu gul ko pukara nahi hoga
jis dard se hum tumko diya karte hai aawaz
dil ke lahu se likh di humne prem kahani
dil ke lahu se likh di humne prem kahani
tere hawale kar di apni yeh jindagani
tere hawale kar di apni yeh jindagani
afsana likhe humne leke naye alfaaz
jis dard se tum humko diya karte ho aawaz
bechain mohabbat ka kya khub hai andaz
jis dard se hum tumko diya karte hai aawaz
rango ka hai mausam khushbu ke hai mele
rango ka hai mausam khushbu ke hai mele
aake gale lag jao abb kyo rahenge akele
aake gale lag jao abb kyo rahenge akele
sach hai nahi bajta sargam ke bina saaj
jis dard se tum humko diya karte ho aawaz
bechain mohabbat ka kya khub hai andaaz
jis dard se hum tumko diya karte hai aawaaz
bechain moghabbat ka kya khub hai andaaz
jis dard se hum tumko diya karte hai aawaaz
lyrics typed by: neha gupta
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Jis Dard Se Tum Humko
My beloved, oh my love,
Not even the nightingale called to the rose like this,
Not even the nightingale called to the rose like this.
The ache with which I call to you,
What a beautiful way of restless love,
What a beautiful way of restless love.
The ache with which you call to me,
Not even the nightingale called to the rose like this,
The ache with which I call to you.
Lovers of desire, lovers is our name,
Lovers of desire, lovers is our name.
From our torment, we find solace,
From our torment, we find solace.
God knows the end, the beginning is so sweet,
The ache with which you call to me,
Not even the nightingale called to the rose like this,
The ache with which I call to you.
With the blood of my heart, I wrote our love story,
With the blood of my heart, I wrote our love story.
I surrender to you this life of mine,
I surrender to you this life of mine.
I wrote a tale with new words,
The ache with which you call to me,
Not even the nightingale called to the rose like this,
The ache with which I call to you.
The season of colors, a fair of fragrances,
The season of colors, a fair of fragrances.
Come, embrace me now, why remain alone?
Come, embrace me now, why remain alone?
Truth is, the song cannot be without the strings,
The ache with which you call to me,
Not even the nightingale called to the rose like this,
The ache with which I call to you.
Not even the nightingale called to the rose like this,
The ache with which I call to you.
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.
