Main kojhee meraa dilbar
sohnaa,
Kion kar usnoon bhaanwaan hoo.
Kion kar usnoon bhaanwaan hoo.
Wehrhe saade varhdaa
naaheen,
Lakkh vaseele paavaan hoo.
Lakkh vaseele paavaan hoo.
Na sohnee na daulat
palle,
Kion kar yaar manaavaan hoo.
Kion kar yaar manaavaan hoo.
Dukh hamesh eh raihsee
Baahoo,
Rondee hee mar jaavaan hoo.
Rondee hee mar jaavaan hoo.
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Impeccable is my Beloved. Awkward
and ungainly am I-
How can I ever win his heart?
How can I ever win his heart?
Despite the countless pleas I make
to him,
He does not enter the courtyard of my heart.
He does not enter the courtyard of my heart.
I have neither beauty nor wealth-
How am I to please my Beloved, O friend!
How am I to please my Beloved, O friend!
Am I destined to live with this
torment, Bahu?
Or perhaps I will die of crying in pain!
Or perhaps I will die of crying in pain!
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