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.