Jithe ItaraaN De Vagde Ne Cho			Jithe ItaraaN De Vagde Ne Cho - Where Rivers Of Perfume Flow
Jithe itaraaN de vagde ne cho, Ni othe mera yaar vasda! JithoN laNghdi hae paun vi khalo, Ni othe mera yaar vasda!			Where rivers of perfume flow, Is the home of my beloved. Where passing breezes halt, Is the home of my beloved.
NaNge naNge paereeN jithe aun parbhaataaN, RishmaaN di mahindi paereeN laun jithe raataaN, Jithe chaaNdni ‘ch nhaave khusbo, Ni othe mera yaar vasda!			Where dawn arrives on bare toes, And night has henna-beams on its feet, Where fragrance bathes in moonlight, Is the home of my beloved.
Jithe han muNgeeyaaN chaNdan diyaaN jhaNgiyaaN, Phiran shuaavaaN jithe ho ho naNgiyaaN, Jithe deeveyaaN nu labhadi hae lo, Ni othe mera yaar vasda!			Where rays of light roam nakedly In green sandalwood forests, Where the flame seeks the lamp, Is the home of my beloved.
PaaniyaaN de paTaaN ute saveN jithe aathan, ChuNgiyaaN mareeve jithe mirgaaN da aatan Jithe bado badi akh paiNdi ro, Ni othe mera yaar vasda!			Where sunsets sleep on wide waters, And the deer leap. Where tears fall without reason, Is the home of my beloved.
Bhukhe-bhaane sauN jithe khetaaN de raane, Sajana de raNg je kanakaaN de daane Jithe dahma vaale laeNde ne lako, Ni othe mera yaar vasda!			Though the kings of the field sleep hungry, And the wheat is the color of my beloved, Where rich people lie in hiding, Is the home of my beloved.
Jithe itaraaN de vagde ne cho, Ni othe mera yaar vasda! JithoN laNghdi hae paun vi khalo, Ni othe mera yaar vasda!			Where rivers of perfume flow Is the home of my beloved. Where passing breezes halt, Is the home of my beloved.
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