Koh Qaf
Koh Qaf Lyrics (Romanized)
Main Koh Kafo Mein Phirta hun Awara
Kabhi Macedonia Kab hun Bukhara
Main Us Pardanashin Ko Dhundhta hun
Kahin Toh Mahjabeen Ka Ho Nazara
Main Koh Qaf’on Mein Phirta hun Awara
Ke Kya Rukhsaar Ki Kahiye
Pari Si Hubahu Thi
Koi Khushbu Nasheeli Si Bhi
Uske Chaar Su Thi
Ke Jannat Mein Bana Libaas Uska
Ke Woh Firdaus Ka Koi Sitaara
Main Koh Qafon Mein Phirta hun Awara
Kabhi Macedonia Kab hun Bukhara
Haan Haan..
Kasak Si Hai Ye Dil Mein Ke
Main Ab Iran Jaaun
Main Dhundhun Misr Mein Usko
Ya Phir Yunan Jaaun
Kahin Se Dilruba Awaaz De De
Haseen Aankhon Ka Mil Jaye Istara
Main Koh Qaf Mein Phirta hun Awara
Kabhi Macedonia Kab hun Bukhara
Kisi Shayar Ka Khat Aaya
Ke Woh Lahore Se Hai
Mujhe Shaq Hai Woh Mere Gaon Se
Bajrawar Se Hai
Usi Punjab Ki Purnoor Malika
Koi Sartaj Hai Uska Sahara
Main Koh Qafo Mein Phirta hun Awara
Kabhi Macedonia Kab hun Bukhara
Main Us Pardanashin Ko Dhundhta hun
Kahin To Mahjabeen Ka Ho Nazara
Kahin To Mahjabeen Ka Ho Nazara
Main Koh Qafo Mein Phirta hun Awara
Koh Qaf Lyrics Translation in English
I wander through the mountains of Qaf, like a nomad,
Sometimes in Macedonia, sometimes in Bukhara.
I search for that veiled beauty,
Hoping for a glimpse of my Mahjabeen (moon-faced beloved).
I wander through the mountains of Qaf, like a nomad.
How do I even describe her face?
She was the very image of a fairy.
There was an intoxicating fragrance around her,
That lingered all around, in every direction.
As if her dress was stitched in heaven itself,
As if she were a shining star from Paradise.
I wander through the mountains of Qaf, like a nomad,
Sometimes in Macedonia, sometimes in Bukhara.
Yes, yes...
There’s a yearning in my heart,
That makes me want to go to Iran now.
Should I look for her in Egypt?
Or perhaps I’ll go to Greece?
If only, from somewhere, that beloved would call out,
If only I could catch a glimpse of those beautiful eyes.
I wander through the mountains of Qaf, like a nomad,
Sometimes in Macedonia, sometimes in Bukhara.
A letter came from a poet,
He said she’s from Lahore.
But I suspect... she’s from my village,
From Bajrawar, for sure.
She’s the radiant queen of Punjab,
And someone noble must be her protector.
I wander through the mountains of Qaf, like a nomad,
Sometimes in Macedonia, sometimes in Bukhara.
I search for that veiled beauty,
Hoping for a glimpse of my Mahjabeen.
Yes — somewhere, there must be that vision.
I wander through the mountains of Qaf, like a nomad.