कभी किसी को मुकम्मल जहाँ नहीं मिलता
कहीं ज़मीन तो कहीं आसमान नहीं मिलता
No one ever gets the entire universe
Somewhere the earth, somewhere the sky is missing
जिसे भी देखिये वो अपने आप में गुम हैं
ज़ुबाँ मिली हैं मगर हमज़ुबाँ नहीं मिलता
Whoever you see is lost in their own sorrow
They have thoughts to share but no companion to listen
बुझा सका हैं भला कौन वक्त के शोले
ये ऐसी आग हैं जिस में धुवां नहीं मिलता
Who is able to douse the embers of time
This is a fire that has no smoke
तेरे जहाँ में ऐसा नहीं कि प्यार न हो
जहाँ उम्मीद हो इसकी, वहाँ नहीं मिलता
It's not like we won't receive love in life (O lord)
Where we hope for it we won't get it there
It's about Life. A life which appears to have all sorts of things in it, but still is incomplete. No one out there has got everything in life, no one is fully satisfied. So whatever we get we should be content with it.
Trying to interpret in a different manner here:
No one have ever got everything perfectly in this world. The earth or the sky does not meet. There is always a difference in what we think and what we get. Everyone seems to be lost in their own tales. Everyone has got one story and yet every story of life is different
No one has ever escaped the flames of misfortune in this world. It's the only fire that burns without smoke in this world. The pain inside us is like the similar fire as only we can feel it and nobody else. It is not that there is no love in this world. Everyone receives love at some point of time though not the moment we want, not from the person we expected to get it.
कहीं ज़मीन तो कहीं आसमान नहीं मिलता
No one ever gets the entire universe
Somewhere the earth, somewhere the sky is missing
जिसे भी देखिये वो अपने आप में गुम हैं
ज़ुबाँ मिली हैं मगर हमज़ुबाँ नहीं मिलता
Whoever you see is lost in their own sorrow
They have thoughts to share but no companion to listen
बुझा सका हैं भला कौन वक्त के शोले
ये ऐसी आग हैं जिस में धुवां नहीं मिलता
Who is able to douse the embers of time
This is a fire that has no smoke
तेरे जहाँ में ऐसा नहीं कि प्यार न हो
जहाँ उम्मीद हो इसकी, वहाँ नहीं मिलता
It's not like we won't receive love in life (O lord)
Where we hope for it we won't get it there
It's about Life. A life which appears to have all sorts of things in it, but still is incomplete. No one out there has got everything in life, no one is fully satisfied. So whatever we get we should be content with it.
Trying to interpret in a different manner here:
No one have ever got everything perfectly in this world. The earth or the sky does not meet. There is always a difference in what we think and what we get. Everyone seems to be lost in their own tales. Everyone has got one story and yet every story of life is different
No one has ever escaped the flames of misfortune in this world. It's the only fire that burns without smoke in this world. The pain inside us is like the similar fire as only we can feel it and nobody else. It is not that there is no love in this world. Everyone receives love at some point of time though not the moment we want, not from the person we expected to get it.
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