Shiv Kumar Batalvi's - "Eh Mera Geet - My Song" (Presentation - Desh Ratna)

Eh Mera Geet Eh mera geet Kise na gaana. Eh mera geet MaeN aape ga ke Bhalke hi mar jaana! Eh mera geet dharat toN maela, Sooraj jeD puraana. KoT janm toN piya asaahnu Is da bol haNDHaana. Hor kise di jaah na koi Is nu hoTHeeN laana, Eh taaN mere naal janmeya Naal bahishteeN jaana. Eh mera geet MaeN aape ga ke Bhalke hi mar jaana! Es geet da ajab jiha sur, DaaDHa darad raNjhaanaaN. Katak maah vich door pahaaReeN KooNjaaN da kurlaana. Noor-paak de vele rakh vich, ChiReeyaaN da chichalaana Kaali raate sarkaRiyaaN toN PaunaaN da laNgh jaana! Eh mera geet MaeN aape ga ke Bhalke hi mar jaana! MaeN te mere geet ne dohaaN, Jad bhalke mar jaana, BirhoN de ghar jaaeeyaaN saahnu KabareeN labhan auna. Sabhna saaeeyaaN ik avaaze MukhoN bol alaana: Kise kise de lekheeN huNda EDa darad kamaana. Eh mera geet Kise na gaana. Eh mera geet MaeN aape ga ke Bhalke hi mar jaana!

Eh Mera Geet - My Song Do not sing My song. I must sing this song Myself, And then die. This song is more soiled than the earth, As old as the sun, For many births I have had to live The weight of its words. No one else has the ability To bring voice to it. This song was born with me, And will die with me. I must sing this song Myself, And then die. This song has a rare melody, It is filled with pain. It is like the shriek of cranes Heard from distant mountains in autumn. Or the clamor of birds in a forest, Heard in a chaste dawn. Or the sound of the wind flowing through high grasses Heard on a black night. I must sing this song Myself, And then die. When I and my songs Both die, They who inhabit separation-houses Will seek out my grave. With one voice, They will declare, “Only a very few are fated To shoulder such pain.” Do not sing This song of mine. I must sing this song Myself, And then die.