Shiv Kumar Batalvi's - "Umara De Sarvar" (Presentation - Desh Ratna)

Umara De Saravar Umara de saravar SaahvaaN da paani Geeta ve chuNj bhareeN Bhalke na rahine PeeRaaN de chaanan HaavaaN de haNs sareeN. Geeta ve chuNj bhareeN Geeta ve UmaraaN de sarvar CHaliye Pal-CHin bhar suk jaaNde. SaahvaaN de paani Peele ve aRiya Anchaahiya phiT jaaNde. Bhalke na saahnu daeeN ulaambhaRa Bhalke ne ros kareeN Geeta ve chuNj bhareeN HaavaaN de haNs SuneeNde ve lobhi, Dil marda taaN gaaNde. Ih birhoN rut haNjhu chugde Chugde te uhD jaaNde. Aese uDde maar uDaari MuR na aaun ghareeN, Geeta ve chuNj bhareeN Geeta ve, ChuNj bhare taaN teri Sone chuNj maRaavaaN. MaeN chaNdari teri bardi theevaaN Naal theeae parCHaavaaN, HaaRa e ve Na tu tirhaaiya Mere vaaNg mareeN, Geeta ve chuNj bhareeN Umara de saravar SaahvaaN da paani Geeta ve chuNj bhareeN Bhalke na rahine PeeRaaN de chaanan HaavaaN de haNs sareeN. Geeta ve chuNj bhareeN

Umara De Sarvar From this life-pond, o my song Fill your beak With the water of my existence. It will not stay until tomorrow - The radiance of pain, Or the swans of grief. Fill your beak today. Listen ,o my song, Life-ponds are deceptive, They dry up in a flash. The water of existence Turns ashen and sour Though you wish it would not happen. Do not blame me tomorrow Do not be angry tomorrow, Fill your beak today. I am told that the swans of grief Are greedy. When a heart dies, they sing. They gather tears in the season of separation, Gather them and fly. They fly away, such a flight do they take, They never return home. Fill your beak today. O my song, If you fill your beak, I will wrap it in gold, I will become your slave, I will become your shadow. I beg you, Do not, like me Die thirsting, Fill your beak today. From this life-pond, o my song Fill your beak With the water of my existence. It will not stay until tomorrow - The radiance of pain, Or the swans of grief. Fill your beak today.