Shiv Kumar Batalvi's - "Rukh - Trees" (Presentation - Desh Ratna)

Rukh Kujh rukh maenu, puht lagde ne, Kujh rukh lagde maavaaN. Kujh rukh noohaaN theeyaaN lagde Kujh rukh vaaNg bharaavaaN. Kujh rukh mere baabe vaakan, Pahtar TaavaaN TaavaaN. Kujh rukh meri daadi varge Choori paavan kaavaaN. Kujh rukh yaaraaN varge lagde Chuma te gal laavaaN, Ik meri mahibooba vaakan, MiTHa ate dukhaavaaN. Kujh rukh mera dil karda e MoDhe chuk khiDaavaaN. Kujh rukh mera dil karda e Chuma te mar jaavaaN. Kujh rukh jad vi ral ke jhooman Tej vagan jad vaavaaN, Saavi boli sabh rukhaaN di Dil karda likh jaavaN. Mera vi eh dil karda e Rukh di joone aavaaN. Je tusaaN mera geet hae sunana, MaeN rukhaaN vich gaavaaN. Rukh taaN meri ma varge ne, Jiyun rukhaaN deeyaaN CHaavaaN.

Rukh - Trees Some trees look like sons to me. Some like mothers. Some are daughters, brides, A few like brothers. Some are like my grandfather, Sparsely leafed. Some like my grandmother Who threw choori to the crows. Some trees are like the friends I used to kiss and embrace. One is my beloved Sweet. Painful. There are trees I would like To throw on my shoulder playfully, There are trees I would like To kiss and then die. The trees sway together When strong winds blow. I wish I could render Their verdant, leafy language. I wish that I could Return as a tree And if you wanted to listen to my song I would sing it in the trees. The trees are like my mother, May their shade live forever.