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Lyrics of Kaun Yeh Aaya Mehfil Mein - कौन ये आया महफ़िल में
kaun yeh aaya mehfil mein, halchal si hai kyun dil mein
rang e badan shola shola loot liya har dil bola
husn mera chhalaka chhalaka main hoon khaabon ki mallika
chhu le agar koi chhaila, ho jaayega badan maila
khaali na jaaye nishaana mera, meri jawaani jamaana mera
teri toh hasti hai kya pagale, saara jamaana deewaana mera
itna bhi kya itraana karake kisiko deewaana
shamma tujhe puchhega kaun agar na ho koyi parwaana
kaun yeh aaya mehfil mein, halchal si hai kyun dil mein
rang e badan shola shola loot liya har dil bola
kaam bhala kya aayegi kab tak ise bachaayegi
chadhati jawaani ki hai yeh nati ek din utar hi jaayegi
ho baat jo mujhse badhaye toh, haath na kuchh bhi aaye toh
jo mann ko chhu le pehale, tan ko wahi chhu paayega
kaun yeh aaya mehfil mein, halchal si hai kyun dil mein
rang e badan shola shola loot liya har dil bola
husn mera chhalaka chhalaka main hoon khaabon ki mallika
chhu le agara koyi chhaila, ho jaayega badan maila
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Kaun Yeh Aaya Mehfil Mein
Who walks this hall, a tremor in the heart's deep well,
Flames dance on skin, each stolen soul compelled.
My beauty spills, a dream-queen's silken grace,
Touch me, a touch of ruin, leaving no trace.
My aim unfailing, youth's dominion, a reign untold,
What are you, fool, when worlds my madness hold?
This pride, a tempest, leaving hearts astray,
The candle's glow unseen, without a moth to play.
Who walks this hall, a tremor in the heart's deep well,
Flames dance on skin, each stolen soul compelled.
What use its bloom, how long will it remain?
This rising tide, must ebb, beneath the sun and rain.
If words are spoken, touch remains a distant shore,
Only the heart's embrace, can truly reach the core.
Who walks this hall, a tremor in the heart's deep well,
Flames dance on skin, each stolen soul compelled.
My beauty spills, a dream-queen's silken grace,
Touch me, a touch of ruin, leaving no trace.
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.
