Shiv Kumar Batalvi's - "Jithe ItaraaN De Vagde Ne Cho -- Where Perfumed Rivers Flow " (Presentation - Desh Ratna)

Jithe ItaraaN De Vagde Ne Cho Jithe itaraaN de vagde ne cho, Ni uthe mera yaar vasda! JithoN laNghdi hae paun vi khalo, Ni othe mera yaar vasda! NaNge naNge paereeN Jithe aun parbhaataaN, RishmaaN di mahiNdi PaereeN laun jithe raataaN, Jithe chaanani ‘ch nhaave khushbo, Ni uthe mera yaar vasda! Jithe han muNgeeyaaN ChaNdan deeyaaN jhaNgeeyaaN, Phiran shuaavaaN Jithe ho ho naNgeeyaaN, Jithe deeviyaaN nu labhadi hae lo, Ni uthe mera yaar vasda! PaaneeyaaN de pahTaaN uhte SaveN jithe aathan, ChuNgeeyaaN mareeve Jithe mirgaaN da aatan, Jithe bado badi akh paeNdi ro, Ni uthe mera yaar vasda! Bhukhe-bhaane saun Jithe khetaaN de raane, Sajana de raNg je KanakaaN de daane, Jithe dahma vaale laeNde ne lako, Ni uthe mera yaar vasda! Jithe itaraaN de vagde ne cho, Ni uthe mera yaar vasda! JithoN laNghdi hae paun vi khalo, Ni uthe mera yaar vasda!

Where Perfumed Rivers Flow Where perfumed rivers flow, Is the home of my beloved. Where passing breezes halt, Is the home of my beloved. Where dawn arrives on bare toes, Where night paints henna-beams on feet, Where fragrance bathes in moonlight, Is the home of my beloved. Where rays of light roam nakedly, In green forests of sandalwood. Where the flame seeks the lamp, Is the home of my beloved. Where sunsets sleep on wide waters, And the deer leap. Where tears fall for no reason, Is the home of my beloved. Where the farmer sleeps hungry, Even though the wheat is the color of my beloved, Where the wealthy ones lie in hiding, Is the home of my beloved. Where perfumed rivers flow, Is the home of my beloved. Where passing breezes halt, Is the home of my beloved.