What makes a lover say no to the love that stands, with open arms, asking only, that he take one step towards love?
What purpose or gain, if you love me
Other than being scattered in the whirlwind of my milieu.
What makes a love think so much of the life he has lived and the life that he sees in front of him, that he does not take that step?
I am the denizen of the hovel of grief and pain
It’s only me, who can stay alive in this haunt.
Why would I dream a dream whose reality is remorse
For, in my remorse, you may rue it too.
What makes a lover not see a better life and drives away the love to a better future?
Pray, what purpose, that anyone share this anxious weariness
Let my world remain dreary and dismal
Let the steps in your life be easier, in the least
In traveling with me, nothing but regret awaits you
What makes a lover hope for a good life for his lover, away from him?
What of me; there are many admirers to come
Many tunes that will echo of love, for you
Many tales of love that life is yet to tell you
You have no reason to believe you will not forget me.
I’ve taken serious liberties in translating the song, but have stayed true to the sense this song causes, within. There is an inherent beauty in sad songs, like I mentioned earlier. Even in your happiest moments, these songs remain beautiful, because of the weave of the words and the purity of the emotion that they convey.
“Pyar Mujh Se Jo Kiya Tumne”, from Saath Saath (1982), sung by Jagjit Singh