Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Shiv Kumar Batalvi's - "MirchaaN De Pahtar - Pepper Leaves" (Presentation - Desh Ratna)

MirchaaN De Pahtar - Pepper Leaves
Puniya de chaNn nu koi masiya,
Keekan aragh chaRhaaye ve.
KyuN koi daachi saagar khaatar
Maaru thal CHaD jaaye ve.

KarmaaN di mahiNdi da sajana,
RaNg kiveN dahs chaRda ve,
Je kismat mirchaaN de pahtar,
PeeTh tali te laae ve.

Gham da motiya utar aaiya
Sidak mere di naeni ve,
Preet nagar da aukha paeNDa,
JindaRi kiNj mukaae ve.

KikaraaN de phullaaN di aRiya
Kaun kareNde raakhi ve,
Kad koi maali malhiyaaN utoN,
Hariyal aan uDaaye ve.

PeeRaaN de dharkone kha kha,
Ho gaye geet kasaule ve,
Vich naRoye baeTHi jiNdu
Keekan sohle gaaye ve.

PreetaaN de gahl CHuri phireNdi
Vekh ke kiNj kurlaavaaN ve,
Le chaaNdi de beeNg kasaaeeyaaN
Mere gale phasaaye ve.

TaRap taRap ke mar gayi aRiya,
Mel tere di hasrat ve,
Aese ishk de zulmi raaje
BirhoN baan chalaaye ve.

Chug chug roR gali teri de
GhuNgneeyaaN vaht chab laye ve,
KaTHe kar kar ke maeN teele
Buhkal vich dukhaaye ve.

Ik chuli vi pi na sahki
Piyaar de nitare paani ve,
VehNdiyaaN saar paye vich poore,
JaaN maeN honTH CHuhaae ve.
MirchaaN De Pahtar - Pepper Leaves
How can a moonless night
Offer anything to the full moon?
Why would a camel leave the desert,
For the ocean?

Tell me, how can the henna of good fortune
Color a hand,
If fate crushes pepper leaves
Upon ones palm?

Grief, like a cataract
Descended right into my eyes.
It is a terrible journey thru the valley of love
How can I live my life like this?

Who takes care
Of acacia flowers?
Does the gardener prune
A jujube bush?

My songs have turned bitter
From eating berries of pain.
Who can sing tender songs
With a life that feels like death.

How could I cry out
When I saw the blade move across love’s neck?
The butcher had thrust
His silver knife into my throat.

The yearning to be with you
Was my destruction.
Such were the arrows of separation,
Shot by the tyranical rulers of love.

I gathered pebbles from your street
And chewed them like boiled grain.
I collected bits of straw
And held them close.

Not one drop could I drink,
Of the pure water of love.
It became infested with worms
The moment it touched my lips.

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