Rote huye aate hȧi sab
Hastaa huaa jo jaayegaa
Vo mukaddar ka sikandar
Jaan-e-man kehalaayegaa
Rote huye…
Vo sikandar kya thaa jisne
julm se jeetaa jahaȧ
Pyaar se jeete dilȯ ko
Vo zukaa de aasmaan
Jo sitaarȯpar kahaanee
Pyaar kee likh jaayegaa
Vo mukaddar ka sikandar
Jaan-e-man kehalaayegaa
Rote huye…
Zindagee to bevafaa hȧi
Ek din ṭhhukaraayegee
Maut mehaboobaa hȧi apne
saath lekar jaayegee
Mar ke jeene kee adaa jo
Duniyaȧ ko sikhlaayegaa
Vo mukaddar ka sikandar
Jaan-e-man kehalaayegaa
Rote huye…
Hamne maanaa ye zamaanaa
dard kee jaageer hai
Har kadam pe aȧsuo kee
ek nai zanjeer hai
Aaye din par jo khushee ke
geet gaataa jaayegaa
Vo mukaddar ka sikandar
Jaan-e-man kehalaayegaa
Rote huye…
Everyone arrives crying, but the one who exits laughing. Will be called the king of destiny, my dear
What was that king who won the world with cruelty? The one who wins hearts with love can make the sky bow down. The one who will write stories of love on the stars Will be called the king of destiny
Life is unfaithful, one day it will leave you, Death is a lover, it will take you with it, The one who will teach the world how to live after dying Will be called the king of destiny
I accept that this world holds sorrow; On every step, there is a new chain of tears. But the one who sings songs when days of happiness come will be called the king of destiny.
Muqaddar Ka Sikandar (1978); Kishore Kumar
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