Shiv Kumar Batalvi's - "Dharmi Baabala - Noble Father" (Presentation - Desh Ratna)

Dharmi Baabala Jad paeN kapaaheeN phul, Ve dharmi baabala! Saahnu o rut lae dayeeN mul, Ve dharmi baabala. Es rute mera geet gavaacha, Jihde gal birhoN di gaani, Mukh te kil ghamaaN de - Naini ujaRe khu da paani, Geet ke jisnu hoNT CHuhaaiyaaN Jaaye kathoori hul, Ve dharmi baabala! Saahnu geet o lae dayeeN mul, Ve dharmi baabala. Ik din maeN te geet mere, Es Toone - haari rute, DilaaN di dharti vaahi goDi Beeje supne suche. Lakh naina de paani siNje Par na lahge phul, Ve dharmi baabala. Saahnu ik phul lae dayeeN mul, Ve dharmi baabala. KihRe kam e milakh jageeraaN, Je theeyaaN kumhlaaeeyaaN, KihRe kam tere maansarovar, HaNsniyaaN tirhaaeeyaaN, KihRe kam khilaari teri Chog motiyaaN tul - Ve dharmi baabala! Je rut na lae dayeN mul, Ve dharmi baabala. Jad paeN kapaaheeN phul, Ve dharmi baabala!

Dharmi Baabala - Noble Father When the cotton flowers bloom, O noble father, Bring that season back for me, O noble father. That was the season when I lost my song, Around its neck was the string of separation. On its face were boils of sorrow, Its eyes looked like the water of ruined wells. It had been a song, that when sung, Released the scent of musk. O noble father, Bring back that song for me. O noble father. One day my song and I, In that enchanted season, Ploughed the earth of my heart, Sowed it with seeds of undefiled dreams. But no matter how many tears I poured, No flower bloomed. O noble father. Bring back one flower for me, O noble father. What use your fertile lands If daughters wilt? What use your great lakes If the swans are thirsting? What use your ample wealth, Your granary of pearls, O noble father, If you cannot bring back the season, When the cotton flower blooms, O noble father.