(Poem 17 of 18)

Ranjha Ranjha Kardi Ni Men

Repeating his name, I have become Ranjha.
Call me Ranjha, not Heer.

Ranjha is in me and I in am Ranjha.
No other thought exists.
It is he who has done this, not I.
He does it to amuse himself.

Staff in hand, bowl outstretched,
A coarse brown blanket on his shoulder.
Look, says Bulla,
Where Heer stands!

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