MirchaaN De Pahtar

Shiv Kumar Batalvi

MirchaaN De Pahtar

MirchaaN De Pahtar - Pepper Leaves

Puniya de chan nu koi masiya,
Keekan aragh chaRaaye ve.
KyoN koi daachi saagar khaatar
Maaru thal CHaD jaaye ve.

How can a moonless night
Make an offering to the full moon?
Why would a camel leave the desert,
For the ocean?

KarmaaN di mahindi da sajana
RaNg kiveN das chaRada ve,
Je kismat mirchaaN de pahtar
PeeTH tali te laae ve.

Tell me, how can the henna of good fortune
Color a hand,
If fate lays crushed pepper leaves
Upon ones palm?

Gham da motiya utar aaiya
Sidak mere di naeneeN ve,
Preet nagar da aukha paeNDa,
JiNdaRi kiNj mukaae ve.

Grief, like a cataract
Descended straight into my eyes.
It is a terrible journey thru the valley of love,
How can I spend my life like this?

KikaraaN de phullaaN di aRiya
Kaun kareNde raakhi ve,
Kad koi maali malhiyaaN utoN,
Hariyal aan uDaaye ve.

Who takes care of
Acacia flowers?
Does a gardner ever
Remove the greenery from a plant?

PeeRaaN de dharkone kha kha,
Ho gaye geet kasaule ve,
Vich naRoye baeTHi jiNdu
Keekan sohle gaaye ve.

My songs have turned bitter
From eating berries of pain.
How can I sing delicate songs of love
With my life on a bier.

PreetaaN de gal CHuri phireNdi
Vekh ke kiNj kurlaavaaN ve,
Le chaaNdi de biNg kasaaeeyaaN
Mere gale phasaaye ve.

I saw the knife slide across the throat of love,
But I could not cry out,
Because the butcher had stuck
A silver blade in my throat.

TaRap taRap ke mar gayi aRiya,
Mel tere di hasrat ve,
Aese ishk de zulmi raaje
BirhoN baan chalaaye ve.

The intensity of my desire
For you, destroyed me,
Such were the arrows of separation
Shot by the evil enemies of love.

Chug chug roR gali teri de
GhuNgniyaaN vat chab laye ve
KaTHe kar kar ke maeN teele
Bukal vich dhukhaaye ve.

I gathered the gravel from your street
And chewed it as tho it were boiled grain.
I collected twigs
And pressed them close to me.

Ik chuli vi pi na sakki
Piyaar de nitare paani ve,
VehNdiyaaN saar paye vich poore,
Ja maeN hoNTH CHuhaae ve.

Not a drop could I drink
Of the pure water of love.
I saw the worms,
The moment I touched my lips to it.

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MirchaaN De Pahtar			MirchaaN De Pahtar - Pepper Leaves
Puniya de chan nu koi masiya, Keekan aragh chaRaaye ve. KyoN koi daachi saagar khaatar Maaru thal CHaD jaaye ve.			How can a moonless night Make an offering to the full moon? Why would a camel leave the desert, For the ocean?
KarmaaN di mahindi da sajana RaNg kiveN das chaRada ve, Je kismat mirchaaN de pahtar PeeTH tali te laae ve.			Tell me, how can the henna of good fortune Color a hand, If fate lays crushed pepper leaves Upon ones palm?
Gham da motiya utar aaiya Sidak mere di naeneeN ve, Preet nagar da aukha paeNDa, JiNdaRi kiNj mukaae ve.			Grief, like a cataract Descended straight into my eyes. It is a terrible journey thru the valley of love, How can I spend my life like this?
KikaraaN de phullaaN di aRiya Kaun kareNde raakhi ve, Kad koi maali malhiyaaN utoN, Hariyal aan uDaaye ve.			Who takes care of Acacia flowers? Does a gardner ever Remove the greenery from a plant?
PeeRaaN de dharkone kha kha, Ho gaye geet kasaule ve, Vich naRoye baeTHi jiNdu Keekan sohle gaaye ve.			My songs have turned bitter From eating berries of pain. How can I sing delicate songs of love With my life on a bier.
PreetaaN de gal CHuri phireNdi Vekh ke kiNj kurlaavaaN ve, Le chaaNdi de biNg kasaaeeyaaN Mere gale phasaaye ve.			I saw the knife slide across the throat of love, But I could not cry out, Because the butcher had stuck A silver blade in my throat.
TaRap taRap ke mar gayi aRiya, Mel tere di hasrat ve, Aese ishk de zulmi raaje BirhoN baan chalaaye ve.			The intensity of my desire For you, destroyed me, Such were the arrows of separation Shot by the evil enemies of love.
Chug chug roR gali teri de GhuNgniyaaN vat chab laye ve KaTHe kar kar ke maeN teele Bukal vich dhukhaaye ve.			I gathered the gravel from your street And chewed it as tho it were boiled grain. I collected twigs And pressed them close to me.
Ik chuli vi pi na sakki Piyaar de nitare paani ve, VehNdiyaaN saar paye vich poore, Ja maeN hoNTH CHuhaae ve.			Not a drop could I drink Of the pure water of love. I saw the worms, The moment I touched my lips to it.

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