Ajj Din Vehre Vich Lyrics – Ali Zafar | Coke Studio Season 8

Ajj Din Vehre Vich lyrics from Coke Studio Season 8, Episode 7. Sung by Ali Zafar, the song is peened by Shahnawaz Zaidi and produced by Strings.

Ajj Din Vehre Vich  Lyrics - Ali ZafarSinger: Ali Zafar
Backing Vocals: Momin Durrani, Rachel Viccaji, Sara Haider
Written by: Shahnawaz Zaidi, Ghalib
Composed by: Asrar Chishti
Produced by: Strings

Ajj Din Vehre Vich  Lyrics

Ho.. Ajj din vehre vich
Ajj din vehre vich
Yadaan waala khes paa ke
Ajj din vehde vich
Yadaan waala khes paa ke
Dukhan diyan marchaan sukhaun de ni maaye

Akhiyaan nu sooha rang
Changa bada lagda ae
Akhiyaan nu sooha rang
Changa bada lagda ae
Eh de naal dil parchaun de ni maaye

Aaj din vehre vich
Aaj din vehre..

Ho.. meri badnaamiyan te ber bhari beriyaan ne
Meri bad-naamiyaan te ber bhari beriyaan ne
Beriyaan da mul koyi naa..
Rasmaan rawaajan de gulail de nishaane utte
Kali kali meri jaan maa o.

Roki da ni waddeyan nu
Lahu waali mehndi mainu
Roki da ni waddeyan nu
Lahu waali mehndi mainu
Sar vich chaukhi saari
Paaun de ni maaye

Ajj din vehre vich
Ajj din vehre vich..

Ibn-e maryam huaa kare koyi
Mere dukh ki dawa kare koyi
Baat par waan zabaan kat’ti hai
Woh kahein aur suna kare koyi
Woh kahein aur suna kare koyi
Bak raha hoon junoon mein kya kya kuch
Kuch naa samjhe Khuda kare koyi
Naa suno gar bura kahe koyi
Naa kaho gar bura kare koyi
Rok lo ghalat gar chale koyi
Bakhsh do gar khata kare koyi

Ho.. Bujh gaye chiraag saare
Chann guchh-muchh hoya
Bujh gaye chiraag saare
Chan guchh-muchh hoya
Khaali e banera shook da oye
Aaunda nahi jawaab koyi
Ohde aasamaana vichon
Ajje teek meri hook da.. haaye!

Hijraan de kaale sag
Mere utte bhaunk de ne
Hijraan de kaale sag
Mere utte bhaunk de ne
Lagda ae mainu eh
Siyaaunde ni maaye haaye

Ajj din vehre vich
Yaadaan waala khes pa ke
Dukhaan diyaan marchaan
Sukhaun de ni maaye
Akkhiyaan nu sooha rang
Changa bada lagda ae

Ajj din vehde vich
Ajj din vehde vich.

Eng version

In the courtyard today, O mother
In the courtyard today, O mother
Let me spread out the shawl of my memories
In the courtyard today, O mother
Let me spread out the shawl of my memories
And lay out on it for drying in the sun, the red peppers of my sorrows

To my anguished eyes, this bridal red
Appears really lovely
To my anguished eyes, this bridal red
Appears really lovely
So let me gain some joy, O mother, from these peppers if nothing else

In the courtyard today, O mother
In the courtyard today, O mother

Tales of my dishonour are like berry-filled jujube trees
Tales of my dishonour are like berry-filled jujube trees
People bandy my name about as freely as they pick berries
Before the slingshot of unjust customs and traditions
I stand as the sole target, O mother

There’s no stopping the stones being hurled at my head
Let my steep my hair well, O mother
There’s no stopping the stones being hurled at my head
Let my steep my hair well, O mother
In the henna of blood

In the courtyard today, O mother
In the courtyard today, O mother

What is it to me if someone claims to be the son of Mary?
I’ll only believe it if he cures me of my agony
Say a word in complaint, and she cuts off our tongue
She can abuse us all she wants, but we must listen silently
She can abuse us all she wants, but we must listen silently
What absurd babblings is madness driving me to?
God no one understands anything I say
Don’t react if someone badmouths you
Don’t complain if someone mistreats you
If someone embarks on an erroneous path, stop him
If someone commits an error, forgive him

All the lamps have become extinguished
The moon has become all crumpled up
All the lamps have become extinguished
The moon has become all crumpled up
The ridge of yearning’s roof is desolate
Till this day, the heavens above have never granted a response
To my anguished sighs and pleadings

The black dogs of separation’s misery bark at me
The black dogs of separation’s misery bark at me
Seems like the fail to recognise me and instead think me a stranger

In the courtyard today, O mother
Let me spread out the chequered shawl of my memories
And lay out on it, for drying in the sun, the red peppers of my sorrows
To my anguished eyes, this bridal red
Appears really lovely

In the courtyard today, O mother
In the courtyard today, O mother.

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