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Lyrics of Zere Deewar Khade Hai - जेरे दीवार खड़े हैं
zere deewar khade hain tera kya lete hain
dekh lete hain kashish dil ki bujha lete hain
zere deewar khade hain tera kya lete hain
zere deewar khade hain tera kya lete hain
dekh lete hain kashish dil ki bujha lete hain
dekh lete hain kashish dil ki bujha lete hain
kyu mana karte ho ham khud hi chale jayenge
kyu mana karte ho ham khud hi chale jayenge
baith jaate hain jahan dhuni rama lete hainn
baith jaate hain jahan dhuni rama lete hainn
dekh lete hain kashish dil ki bujha lete hain
chasme nargis hain tere may ke gulabi pyaale
chasme nargis hain tere may ke gulabi pyaale
bin piye hi mujhe mastana bana dete hain
bin piye hi mujhe mastana bana dete hain
dekh lete hain kashish dil ki bujha lete hain
dede ab husan ki khairat ke arsa gujara
dede ab husan ki khairat ke arsa gujara
ham fakira na tere dar se sada dete hain
ham fakira na tere dar se sada dete hain
dekh lete hain kashish dil ki bujha lete hain
zere deewar khade hain tera kya lete hain
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Zere Deewar Khade Hai
Beneath your wall, we stand, what harm do we bring?
We gaze at the pull, quench the heart's yearning thing.
Beneath your wall, we stand, what harm do we bring?
Beneath your wall, we stand, what harm do we bring?
We gaze at the pull, quench the heart's yearning thing.
We gaze at the pull, quench the heart's yearning thing.
Why forbid us? We'll leave when we choose.
Why forbid us? We'll leave when we choose.
We sit where we must, a fire we infuse.
We sit where we must, a fire we infuse.
We gaze at the pull, quench the heart's yearning thing.
Your eyes, narcissus springs, wine’s rosy chalice,
Your eyes, narcissus springs, wine’s rosy chalice,
Without drink, they make me drunk, embrace.
Without drink, they make me drunk, embrace.
We gaze at the pull, quench the heart's yearning thing.
Grant now, beauty's alms, for ages we've waited,
Grant now, beauty's alms, for ages we've waited,
We, your beggars, from your door, supplicated.
We, your beggars, from your door, supplicated.
We gaze at the pull, quench the heart's yearning thing.
Beneath your wall, we stand, what harm do we bring?
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.
