Ek din kabhee jo khud ko taraashay meri nazar se tu zaraa, haaye re
Aankhon se teree kyaa kyaa chhupaa hai tujh ko dikhaaoon main zaraa, haye re
Ik ankahee si daastaan daastaan kehne lagegaa aainaa
Subhanallah…
Jo ho raha hai pehlee dafa hai wallah
Aisa hua..
One day, if you sometime admire yourself
from my eye,
What all is hidden from your eye,
I shall show you..
The mirror will begin to say an unsaid story
God is great,
whatever is happening, is for the first time,
O Lord…
Meri khaamoshi se baatein chun lenaa Unn ki doree say taareefein bun lenaa kal nahee thee jo aaj lagtee hoon taareef meree hai khaamakhaa
Tohfaa hai teraa meri adaa
To pick up talks from my silence and weave praises from the thread (of these talks) as a result
I today feel like what I was not until yesterday…
My praise is false…
My style is your gift for praising me…
Ek din kabhi jo khud ko pukaaray meri zubaan se tu zaraa, haye re
Tujh mein chhupee si jo shaayari hai tujh ko sunaaoon main zaraa, haye re
Ye do dilon kaa waasta waasta khul ke bataayaa jaaye naa
Subhanallah…
One day if you call yourself
from my tongue, The poetry that is hidden in you shall be said
As I’ll say that poetry to you…O’Lord!
Subhanallah – Yeh Jawaani hai Deewani