Shiv Kumar Batalvi's - "Vidhva Ruht" (Presentation - Desh Ratna)

Vidhva Ruht Maae ni Das mereeye maae Is vidhva ruht da – Ki kareeye. Haae ni Is vidhva ruht da – Ki kareeye. Is ruhte sab rukh nipatare Mahik-vihoone Is ruhte saaDe sukh de sooraj SekoN oone. Maae ni par vidhva joban Hor vi loone. Haae ni E loona joban ki kareeya? Maae ni is vidhva rut da ki kareeye? Is ruhte SaaDi peeR ne vaal vadhaae Gham da sooti doodha ves haNDHaae Rakhe roze geet na hoTHeeN laaye Haae ni Is ruhte kithe Dub mareeye? Maae ni Is vidhva ruht da – Ki kareeye? Maae ni Ih ruht kidhe laR laaeeye Kis nu edhe jooTHe aNg CHuhaaeeye? Kis dharmi de vehRe booTa laaeeye? Haae ni Ihnu kihRe phul maNg vaheeye? Maae ni Das mereeye maae Is vidhva ruht da – Ki kareeye. Haae ni Is vidhva rut da – Ki kareeye?		Vidhva Rut O mother, Tell me mother! What should I do In this widowed season? Tell me What should I do In this season of loss? The trees are leafless in this season, Without fragrance. The sun of my happiness has no warmth, In this season. But even more bitter Is my youth that is widowed, Tell me, What should I do With this bitter youth? My pain has let its hair grow out In this season It has worn the milky white clothes of sorrow, Kept the fast, not sung a song. Tell me Where can I drown myself, In this season? What should I do In this widowed season? O mother! To whom can I attach myself in this season? Who can I touch with these contaminated limbs? At whose righteous door can I plant this sapling? O woe! What flowers can I shower upon it? Mother, Tell me mother O mother, Tell me mother! What should I do In this widowed season? Tell me What should I do In this season of loss?