Luyện nghe bài hát Manzoor-e-Khuda

Baba Lauta De Mohe Mori
O father! Give me my (play)doll
Angna Ka Bhi
(Give me back)That swing of the courtyard
Imli Ki Daar Muniya Mori
(Give me back)That girl which a tamarind branch
(Referring to her own from childhood days)
Ka Painjna Bhi
(Give me back)Even that made of silver

Ek Haath Chingariyaan
In one hand I fireballs
Ek Haath Saaz Hai
And in the other I have songs/tunes
Hasne Ki Hai Aadat
I have a of laughing/smiling
Har Pe Bhi Naaz Hai...
But I'm also proud of grief/sadness I possess

Aaj Tamaashe Pe Mehfil Ko Karke Rahenge Fida
With my antics today, I will captivate the whole
Jab Na Karein Jism Se Jaan Hogi Nahi Yeh Juda
Until I achieve my goal, my life won't my body

Manzoor-E-Khuda... Manzoor-E-Khuda...
It's the will of God, it's the of God
Anjaam Humara Jo Hai, Manzoor-E-Khuda...
my end shall be, it's the will of God
(My is in the hands of God)
Manzoor-E-Khuda... Manzoor-E-Khuda... (x2)
the will of God, it's the will of God
Toote Se Roshan Hua Hai Noor-E-Khuda
stars are making the glow(shine/light) of God brighter

Ho... Chaar Din Ki
It's slavery for a couple of
Jism Ki Hai
The salutes it
Rooh Toh Se Aazaad Hai...
But my soul is impervious to
Ho... Hum Nahin Hain Ke
We don't to this place
Waale Jahaan Ke
We that place where
Woh Sheher Mein Aabaad Hai...
The in the skies are populated

Ho... Khilte Hi Hai
We get perished the moment we
Milte Hi Hai
We get separated the moment we
Apni Toh Hai Yeh
This is our
Kaagaz Ke Mein
In a paper
Se Guzarna Hai
We have to cross the
Aisi Hai Yeh...
is how our lives are

Zindagani Ka Humpe Jo Hai Kar Ke Rahenge Adaa
The debt that life has on me, I will repay at any cost
Jab Na Karein Jism Se Jaan Hogi Nahi Yeh Juda
I achieve my goal, my life won't leave my body

Manzoor-E-Khuda... Manzoor-E-Khuda...
It's the will of God, the will of God
Anjaam Hoga Jo Hai, Manzoor-E-Khuda
Whatever my end shall be, it's the of God
Manzoor-E-Khuda... Manzoor-E-Khuda... (x2)
It's the will of God, the will of God
Sitaaron Se Roshan Hua Hai Noor-E-Khuda
Broken are making the glow of God brighter

Lauta De Mohe Gudiya Mori
O father! Give me back my
Angna Ka Bhi
swing of the courtyard also
Imli Ki Daar Muniya Mori
That which held a tamarind branch
Ka Painjna Bhi
Even that anklet of silver