Formally known as 'Meri Dastan E Hasrat' This is a very Deep Qawwali that really touches you and makes you think.
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These People...These People...
The perplexities of rationality kill people.
The inflictions of love kill people.
By themselves, no one dies, people kill people.
People say streams that flow down from the mountainous vallies, give news of a lost destination.
And the wind blows day and night for those with beloveds far away somewhere.
Chorus: Oh the people who tried me, they wept after trying me. 3:18
My story of longing they told, constantly weeping.
"what do I want" oh If there was someone such of the heart, whose story was simply of love. Whom I can confide in and cry, and they can confide in me and cry.
- I am a nation-less traveller, my name is despondency, I have no one, not a single shoulder to cry.
- They passed right by me and did not even ask of my sorrow. Then how can I accpet that they cry once afar.
- "these are my own verses, taken from my experiences" Sometimes dishearten from me were the people I met on my path. I reconciled then wept with them, they reconciled then wept with me.