(Poem 2 of 18)

Aao Saiyo Ral Deyo Ni Vadhaai

Come, my friends, congratulate me.
I have found my beloved Ranjha.

This day has arrived, this auspicious day,
Ranjha has entered our courtyard.
Staff in hand, a blanket on his shoulder,
In the guise of a menial.

His crown lies trampled among the cattle,
Kicked around in forest and pasture.
Who could mistake him for God?
No one is aware of this fact.

I, Bulle Shah, struck a bargain!
Drank, I drank the cup of poison,
Without a thought of benefit or loss.
I desired this grief, this pain.

Come my friends, congratulate me.
I have found my beloved Ranjha

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