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Jab Tasawwur Meraa Chupke Se Tujhe Chhu Aaye - जब तसव्वुर मेरा चुपके से तुझे छू आए
Lyrics of Jab Tasawwur Meraa Chupke Se Tujhe Chhu Aaye - जब तसव्वुर मेरा चुपके से तुझे छू आए
jab tasavvur mera chupke se tujhe chhu aaye
jab tasavvur mera chupke se tujhe chhu aaye
apni har saans se mujhko teri khushbu aaye
jab tasavvur mera chupke se tujhe chhu aaye
mashgala ab hai mera chand ko takte rahna
mashgala ab hai mera chand ko takte rahna
raat bhar chain na tujh bin kisi pahlu aaye
jab tasavvur mera chupke se tujhe chhu aaye
apni har saans se mujhko teri khushbu aaye
jab tasavvur mera chupke se tujhe chhu aaye
ghantiya bajne lagi hijar ke sannate se
ghantiya bajne lagi hijar ke sannate se
gungunata hua tu
gungunata hua aise me agar tu aaye
apni har saans se mujhko teri khushbu aaye
jab tasavvur mera chupke se tujhe chhu aaye
jab kabhi gardishe daura ne sataya mujhko
jab kabhi gardishe daura ne sataya mujhko
meri janib tere phaile huye baju aaye
jab tasavvur mera chupke se tujhe chhu aaye
apni har saans se mujhko teri khushbu aaye
jab tasavvur mera chupke se tujhe chhu aaye
jab tasavvur mera chupke se tujhe chhu aaye
jab tasavvur mera chupke se tujhe chhu aaye
apni har saans se mujhko teri khushbu aaye
jab tasavvur mera chupke se tujhe chhu aaye
mashgala ab hai mera chand ko takte rahna
mashgala ab hai mera chand ko takte rahna
raat bhar chain na tujh bin kisi pahlu aaye
jab tasavvur mera chupke se tujhe chhu aaye
apni har saans se mujhko teri khushbu aaye
jab tasavvur mera chupke se tujhe chhu aaye
ghantiya bajne lagi hijar ke sannate se
ghantiya bajne lagi hijar ke sannate se
gungunata hua tu
gungunata hua aise me agar tu aaye
apni har saans se mujhko teri khushbu aaye
jab tasavvur mera chupke se tujhe chhu aaye
jab kabhi gardishe daura ne sataya mujhko
jab kabhi gardishe daura ne sataya mujhko
meri janib tere phaile huye baju aaye
jab tasavvur mera chupke se tujhe chhu aaye
apni har saans se mujhko teri khushbu aaye
jab tasavvur mera chupke se tujhe chhu aaye
jab tasavvur mera chupke se tujhe chhu aaye
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Jab Tasawwur Meraa Chupke Se Tujhe Chhu Aaye - जब तसव्वुर मेरा चुपके से तुझे छू आए
When my thought, a secret hand, brushes your soul,
When my thought, a secret hand, brushes your soul,
From every breath, your scent begins to stroll.
When my thought, a secret hand, brushes your soul.
My solace now, to gaze upon the moon,
My solace now, to gaze upon the moon,
Through sleepless nights, without you, no relief, no boon.
When my thought, a secret hand, brushes your soul,
From every breath, your scent begins to stroll.
When my thought, a secret hand, brushes your soul.
Bells begin to toll in absence's deep night,
Bells begin to toll in absence's deep night,
Humming your song, if you would grace my sight,
If you would come, humming your melody,
From every breath, your scent begins to stroll.
When my thought, a secret hand, brushes your soul.
When life's harsh turns have wounded me and torn,
When life's harsh turns have wounded me and torn,
Your outstretched arms, towards me, are born.
When my thought, a secret hand, brushes your soul,
From every breath, your scent begins to stroll.
When my thought, a secret hand, brushes your soul,
When my thought, a secret hand, brushes your soul.
When my thought, a secret hand, brushes your soul,
From every breath, your scent begins to stroll.
When my thought, a secret hand, brushes your soul.
My solace now, to gaze upon the moon,
My solace now, to gaze upon the moon,
Through sleepless nights, without you, no relief, no boon.
When my thought, a secret hand, brushes your soul,
From every breath, your scent begins to stroll.
When my thought, a secret hand, brushes your soul.
Bells begin to toll in absence's deep night,
Bells begin to toll in absence's deep night,
Humming your song, if you would grace my sight,
If you would come, humming your melody,
From every breath, your scent begins to stroll.
When my thought, a secret hand, brushes your soul.
When life's harsh turns have wounded me and torn,
When life's harsh turns have wounded me and torn,
Your outstretched arms, towards me, are born.
When my thought, a secret hand, brushes your soul,
From every breath, your scent begins to stroll.
When my thought, a secret hand, brushes your soul,
When my thought, a secret hand, brushes your soul.
Haseen Lamhe (Ghulam Ali) (2000) - Movie Details
SingerGhulam Ali
LyricistAbdul Hameed Adam, Mohsin Naqvi, Ghulam Ali, Momin Khan Momin
Music ByGhulam Ali
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