Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Shiv Kumar Batalvi's - "JiNdu De BaageeN" (Presentation - Desh Ratna)

JiNdu De BaageeN

JiNdu de baageeN,
DardaaN da booTaRa,
GeetaaN da mirag chare,
HijaraaN di vaau
Vagge ahd raini
Koi koi paht kire.

Koi koi paht,
Kire maae mereeye,
BaageeN taaN shor pave
UhDe jaan koi koi
SaahvaaN da paNCHi
GeetaaN da mirag Dare.

SaahvaaN de paNCHi,
TaaN uhDan haare,
Daami na jaan PhaRe,
Raat baraate,
Desh-dishaantar,
UhDde jaan chale.

DareeN na mirga,
DardaaN de pahtar,
Roz na rahin hare,
Virle taaN uhgde,
DardaaN de bootaRe,
SaNghane mahik bhare.

Ik taaN taeNDRe
Kol kathoori,
Dooje taaN darad baRe,
Teeja taaN taeNDRa
Roop suhaNdaRa
GalaaN taaN milakh kare.

MareeN ve CHaalaaN,
BhareeN ve chuNgeeyaaN,
TaeNDaRe karam khare,
TaeNDaRe gal –
Gham-haar-humelaaN
Jholi ‘ch hor vare.

JiNdu de baageeN
DardaaN da booTaRa
GeetaaN da mirag chare,
HijaraaN di vaau
Vagge ahd raini
Koi koi paht kire.
JiNdu De BaageeN

In the garden of life,
Grows a sapling of pain,
The deer of songs nibbles at it.
The winds of seperation
Blow through the night,
A few leaves drop.

A few leaves drop,
Mother, they drop,
And sounds stir in the garden.
If a few birds of breath
Should fly away,
The deer of songs is afraid.

But the birds of breath
Will surely fly,
Nothing can hold them back.
Through the night
In every direction
They fly away.

Don’t be afraid, deer of songs,
The leaves of pain
Do not always stay fresh.
Though the saplings of pain
So filled with perfume
Sprout easily.

Don’t forget that you possess
The sac of musk,
That you have a lot of pain,
That your face
Is beautiful
And your words precious.

So keep on leaping
And keep on jumping
What you are doing is right.
Around your neck
Lie garlands of sorrow,
May more of them rain upon you!

In the garden of life
Grows a sapling of pain,
The deer of songs nibbles at it.
The winds of seperation
Blow through the night,
A few leaves drop.

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