Maae Ni Maae - Geet			Maae Ni Maae - Mother, O Mother
Maae ni maae Mere geetaaN de nainaaN vich BirhoN di raRak pave! Adhi adhi raateeN - UTH ron moye mitraaN nu Maae sahnu neeNd na pave!			Mother, o mother, My songs are like eyes That sting with the grains of separation. In the middle of the night , They wake and weep for dead friends. Mother, I cannot sleep.
BhaeN bhaeN sugaNdhiyaaN ‘ch - BaNhaaN phehe chaanani de TaaveeN saaDi peeR na save. Kose kose saahaaN di - MaeN karaaN je Takor maae SagoN saahnu khaan nu pave.			Upon them I lay strips of moonlight Soaked in perfume, But the pain does not recede. I foment them With warm sighs, Yet they turn on me ferociously.
Aape ni maeN baalaRi, MaeN haale aap mahtaaN jogi Maht kihRa es nu dave? Aakh su ni maae ihnu Rove buhl chith ke ni, Jahg kite sun na lave!			I am still young, And need guidance myself. Who can advise him? Mother, would you tell him, To clench his lips when he weeps, Or the world will hear him cry.
Aakh su ni kha laye Tuk HijaraaN da pahkiya, LekhaaN de ni puTHaRe tave! Chat laye tarel looni - GhamaaN de gulaab toN ni, Kaalaje nu hausala rave!			Tell him, mother, to swallow the bread Of separation. He is fated to mourn. Tell him to lick the salty dew On the roses of sorrow, And stay strong.
KihRiyaaN saperiyaaN toN - MaNgaaN kuNj mel di maeN, Mel di koi kuNj dave, KihRa ihna damma diyaaN - LobhiyaaN de daraaN uhte, VaaNg khaRa jogiyaaN rave!			Who are the snake handlers From whom I can get another skin? Give me a cover for myself. How can I wait like a jogi At the doorstep of these people Greedy for gold?
PeeRe ni peeRe - Ih piyaar aesi titali hae, JihRi sada sool te bave! Piyaar aesa bhaur hae ni - Jide koloN vaashna vi, LakhaaN kohaaN door hi rave!			Listen, o my pain, Love is that butterfly Which is pinned forever to a stake. Love is that bee, From whom desire, Stays miles away.
Piyaar oh mahal hae ni, Jide ‘ch paNkheruaanNde, Baajh kujh hor na rave, Piyaar aesa aaNgana hae Jide ‘ch ni vasalaaN da RataRa na palaNgh Dave!			Love is that palace Where nothing lives Except for the birds. Love is that hearth Where the colored bed of fulfillment, Is never laid.
Aakh maae adhi adhi raateeN Moye mitraaN de Uhchi uhchi naaN na lave! Mate saaDe moyaaN piCHoN, Jahg eh shareekaRa ni, GeetaaN nu vi chaNdara kave.			Mother, tell him not to Call out the name of his dead friends So loudly in the middle of the night. When I am gone, I fear That this malicious world, Will say that my songs were evil.
Maae ni maae Mere geetaaN de nainaaN vich BirhoN di raRak pave! Adhi adhi raateeN - UTH ron moye mitraaN nu Maae sahnu neeNd na pave! March 1961			Mother, o mother My songs are like eyes That sting with the grains of separation. In the middle of the night , They wake and weep for dead friends. Mother, I cannot sleep
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