Ih Mera Geet			Ih Mera Geet - My Song
Ih mera geet Kise na gaana. Ih mera geet MaeN aape ga ke Bhalke hi mar jaana!			Do not sing My song. I must sing this song Myself, And then die
Ih mera geet dharat toN maela Sooraj jeD puraana. KoT janam toN piya asaanu Is da bol haNDHaana. Hor kise di jaah na koi Is nu hoNTHeeN laana, Ih taaN mere naal janmeya Naal bahishteeN jaana Ih mera geet MaeN aape ga ke Bhalke hi mar jaana!			This song more soiled than the earth, As old as the sun, For many births I have had to live The weight of its words. No one else is able To bring voice to it. This song was born with me, And will die with me. I must sing this song Myself, And then die.
Es geet da ajab jiha sur DaaDHa darad raNjhaanaaN. Katak maah vich door pahaaReeN KooNjaaN da kurlaana. Noor-paak de vele rakh vich, ChiReeyaaN da chichalaana. Kaali raate sarkaRiyaaN toN PaunaaN da laNgh jaana! Ih mera geet MaeN aape ga ke Bhalke hi mar jaana!			This song has an uncommon sound, It is filled with intense pain. It is like the shriek of cranes Heard from distant mountains in autumn. Or the clamor of birds in a forest, Heard in a chaste dawn. Or the sound of the wind flowing through high grasses Heard on a black night. I must sing this song Myself, And then die.
MaeN te mere geet ne dohaaN Jad bhalke mar jaana, BirhoN de ghar jaiyaaN saahnu KabareeN labhan auna. Sabhna saaiyaaN ik avaaze MukhoN bol alaana: Kise kise de lekheeN huNda EhDa darad kamaana. Ih mera geet Kise na gaana. Ih mera geet MaeN aape ga ke Bhalke hi mar jaana!			When I and my songs Both die, Those who inhabit separation-houses Will seek out my grave. With one voice, They will declare, “Only a very few are fated To shoulder such pain.” Do not sing. My song. I must sing this song Myself, And then die.
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