ALLAH KE BANDE HASDE......LET NOT HOPE EVADE.....

A magical voice storming over the ashes of shattered dreams, burned away by the hardships of reality........and attempting to light up the flame of life once again.......yes Kailash Kher again..........

NOTE: The attempted translation is far from being literal.

ALLAH KE BANDE HASDE.............

Toota toota ek parinda aise toota
Ke phir jud naa paaya
Loota loota kisne usko aise loota
Ke phir ud naa paaya
O o o o toota toota ek parinda aise toota
Ke phir jud naa paaya
Loota loota kisne usko aise loota
Ke phir ud naa paaya
Girta hua woh asma se
Aakar gira zameen par
Khwabon mein phir bhi badal hi the
Woh kehta raha magar
Ke allah ke bande hasde allah ke bande
Allah ke bande hasde jo bhi ho kal phir aayega


Kho ke aapne par hi to usne tha ud naa sikha
Kho ke aapne par hi to o o o
Kho ke aapne par hi to usne tha ud naa sikha
Gham ko aapne saath mein lele dard bhi tere kaam aayega
Allah ke bande hasde allah ke bande
Allah ke bande hasde jo bhi ho kal phir aayega

Aa aa aaa
Tukde tuke ho gaya tha har sapna jab woh toota
Tukde tuke ho gaya tha aa aaa aa
Tukde tuke ho gaya tha har sapna jab woh toota
Bhikre tukdon mein allah ki marzi ka manzar paayega
Allah ke bande hasde allah ke bande
Allah ke bande hasde jo bhi ho kal phir aayega



LET NOT HOPE EVADE......

The little bird lived .....far...far...above in a land of dreams........
Once it happened....probably while flying over our earth.......
that the tender heart of the creature got hurt......
So badly that it couldn't ever be healed...

The soft and serene wings turned heavy...
It couldn't be lifted any more...

And our bird kept on falling from the height.....
Eventually got soiled by the dust beneath.....

Still in its dreams were its old abode.......the transparent cloud.......
Though shattered, it didn't let hope evade and the lips chanted without halt....
"Whatever it be.....i am a faithful believer... i will not let the smiles fade....
Definitely there is going to be a day tomorrow....
when i will be back in my old world which knows no sorrows"

Seeing the undying spirit of the little bird....
The ever watchful venerable saint stood out of respect and murmured.....
"The loss of wings is temporary..this bird is going to fly far above imagination"

Enlightened by the incident, he proclaimed to humanity.....
"Don't be faint hearted if struck by difficulties....
Take along the sorrows with you without hesitation.....
It would be useful beyond words.........
Though it has scattered your dreams to pieces....
In that pieces you will find a hidden treasure gifted by your loving lord"