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Lyrics of Jisne Dil Ko Aansu Bakshe - जिसने दिल को आँसू बक्शे
jisne dil ko aansu bakshe
gam jiska nazrana hai
jisne dil ko aansu bakshe
gam jiska nazrana hai
ab tak uska dam bharta hai
dil bhi kya diwana hai
jisne dil ko aansu bakshe
gam jiska nazrana hai
jisne dil ko
sadiya guzri phool khile the
jivan ki angnaai me
aa jati hai yaade jnki
jane kyon tanhaai me
asqo ke khamosh labo par
asqo ke khamosh labo par
aaj bhi ek afsana hai
jisne dil ko aansu bakshe
gam jiska nazrana hai
jisne dil ko
rato ka sannata jaise
samjhata ho raaz koi
yu lagta hai aaj ki
jaise deta ho aawaz koi
na jane takdeer ne dil ki
na jane takdeer ne dil ki
kab tak thokar khani hai
jisne dil ko aansu bakshe
gam jiska nazrana hai
jisne dil ko
is nagri me majbooro ko
chahat ka adhikar kaha
jis duniya ki reet ho nafrat
us duniya me pyar kaha
is pagal ko kya samjhau
is pagal ko kya samjhau
bhola hai anjana hai
jisne dil ko aansu bakshe
gam jiska nazrana hai
ab tak uska dam bharta hai
dil bhi kya diwana hai
jisne dil ko
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Jisne Dil Ko Aansu Bakshe
The one who gifted tears to the heart,
Whose offering is sorrow's art,
Still breathes of their name, a lover's plea,
How foolish the heart, eternally.
Centuries passed, and flowers did bloom,
In life's embrace, escaping the tomb.
Their memories rise, a haunting grace,
Why in solitude, I still see their face?
Upon silent lips of tears that fall,
A whispered tale, embracing all.
The one who gifted tears to the heart,
Whose offering is sorrow's art.
The night's hush whispers secrets untold,
A hidden truth, brave and bold.
It feels today as if a voice calls,
A symphony echoes through these walls.
How long will fate's cruel hand now smite,
How long will the heart endure the night?
The one who gifted tears to the heart,
Whose offering is sorrow's art.
In this city, where the weary reside,
Love's right denied, nowhere to hide.
In a world that thrives on hate's cold fire,
Where can love ever truly aspire?
How to reason with this madness I bear,
So innocent, so unaware.
The one who gifted tears to the heart,
Whose offering is sorrow's art,
Still breathes of their name, a lover's plea,
How foolish the heart, eternally.
The one who gifted…
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.
