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Lyrics of Yeh To Pattharon Ka Shahar Hai - ये तो पत्थरों का शहर हैं
jo juban dil na samajh sake
jo na kah sake kabhi dil ki baat
wahi but hai harsu nigaah mein
jaha dekhiye jaha jaaiye
thi nazar ko chah ki aarzu
yahi ek apni thi justju
ye to patthro ka shaher hai
yaha kisko apna banaiye
wahi valvale wahi marhale
wahi subaho shaam ke silsile
wahi hum rahe, wahi tum rahe
wahi zindgani ke gham rahe
na nasib apna sambhal saka
na hi waqt humko badal saka
yaha zindagi ek zehar hai
ye to ek paraya shaher hai
kise daag dil ke dikhaiye
kise daag dil ke dikhaiye
ye kahani kisko sunaiye
ye to patthro ka shaher hai
yaha kisko apna banaiye
mujhe chhod kar wo chale gaye
mere dil ki dil mein hi reh gayi
ek umeed thi jo bujhi bujhi
mere aansuo mein wo beh gayi
mere dard-e-dil ka ho kya bhala
mera charahghar hi chala gaya
main jeeyu to aakhir kis liye
ke nahin ka koi mere liye
kahan jaake maut ko dhundhiye
kahan jaake maut ko dhundhiye
kahan jaan apni ganwaiye
ye to patthro ka shaher hai
yaha kisko apna banaiye
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Yeh To Pattharon Ka Shahar Hai
A tongue that fails to grasp the heart,
a silence where the soul departs,
statues stand in every gaze,
no matter where the eye now strays.
The longing eye, a fervent plea,
this single quest, eternally,
this city built of stone and dust,
who here can earn our heart's trust?
The same emotions, same stages,
same mornings, evenings, through the ages,
we remain, and you remain,
life's sorrows, ever in our lane.
Our fate, it could not be contained,
nor time, our essence, rearranged,
life here, a poison in its core,
a foreign city, evermore.
To whom can we display our wounds?
To whom can we display our wounds?
To whom can we now tell this tale?
This city built of stone and wail,
who here can earn our heart's trust?
They left, abandoning my plight,
my heart's whispers, lost to night,
a flickering hope, now dimmed and frail,
swept away, by tears' despairing gale.
What solace for this aching breast?
My healer gone, put to the test.
Why should I live, to breathe and be,
when there is no one left for me?
Where to seek death, its final grace?
Where to seek death, its final space?
Where to let our souls now die?
This city built of stone and sigh,
who here can earn our heart's trust?
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.
