TitaliyaaN			TitleeyaaN - Butterflies
MaeN titleeyaaN phaRdi phiraaN. MaeN titleeyaaN phaRdi phiraaN. ZiNdahgi di khoobsoorat- Pushp-basti mahekdi choN, Soun raNgiyaaN, neeliyaaN, ChaMkeeliyaaN te peeliyaaN, Sochdi jaaN saariyaaN toN- Van- suvaNni phaR lavaaN, Te tetle jahe khaMb usde MoDHeyaaN vich jaR lavaaN.			I catch butterflies, I catch butterflies. From the beautiful Flower-scented garden of life, I catch golden-colored, blue, Shimmering and yellow ones! I think that if I can catch all of them In the forest, I will jab their butterfly wings To their shoulder.
Par jadoN maeN phaRan lahgaaN Is tarhaaN dil kaMb jaaye, Jis tarhaaN koi shaakh mahiNdi di Hava vich thartharaaye, Door titli uhD jaaye.			But whenever I try to catch them, My heart begins to tremble Like a branch of henna That shivers in the breeze. And the butterfly takes flight.
Phul gunaah de dhup kaale, SupniyaaN vich khiRan lagan, Mahik khiRe itar-bhiNni- DhaRkanaaN vich pasar jaaye. UhDadi uhDadi titleeyaaN di - Sohal jahi paTnaar aaye. Phul gunaah de vekh Tahike Mast jahi ho baeTH jaaye. MaeN aNjaani phul saare ToR jholi paa lavaaN, Par jadoN maeN Turan lagaaN Jholi meri paaT jaaye. Te door titli uhD jaaye.			Flowers of sin, like a black sun , Bloom in my dreams, Their perfume-sodden fragrance Spreading through each heartbeat. A delicate, queenly butterfly Comes fluttering by, Delighted to see the flowers of sin, She alights, intoxicated. I, unaware, pluck all the flowers And put them in my cloth bag. When I start to leave The cloth tears, And the butterfly takes flight.
MaeN valhalli sochdi haaN - Ki phaRaaNgi titleeyaaN. Bhar ghamaaN di sarad poh vich Phul khushi de saR gaye, Vel saavi aas di de PaT naroye jhaR gaye. Vekh ni oh shaah siaahiyaaN VaadeeyaaN vich DHilak aaeeyaaN, Chugan gaeeyaaN door DaaraaN HasrataaN deeyaaN parat aaeeyaaN.			How foolish I was to think That I could catch a butterfly! In the frigid winter of grief My flowers of happiness were destroyed. The green vine of hope Shed its healthy leaves. Seeing this darkness, They slipped back to the valley, they returned, The red birds of desire That had flown far seeking grain.
ZiNdagi di shaam hoi KaNwal dil de sauN gaye, Trael katare aatma de Dulh gaye, kujh pi gaeeyaaN. Ni savaad la la titleeyaaN.			It is the evening of life Lotus-hearts lie asleep. The dew drops of my life Have spilled, some sipped Deliciously, by the butterflies.
Jad kade vi raat beetu Sochdi haaN din chaRhega. MuR bhulekha kaalkhaaN da SoorajaaN nu na ravega. SaaNjh da koi kaNwal doodhi, DharteeyaaN te khiR pavega. Aas hae ke fer aRiya Mahekdi us gulfashaaN choN Titali maeN phaR sakaaNgi.			As the night passes, I think that day will surely dawn. I hope that once again the sun Will not be tricked by darkness. A milky lotus of the evening Will bloom on this earth Then, I hope, In that garden of perfumes, I will be able to catch a butterfly.
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