Saahnu Prabh ji,
Ik adh geet udhaara hor diyo.
SaaDi bujhdi jaaNdi ahg,
ANgaara hor deyo.
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Give me, O Lord
A few more songs.
My fire is dying,
Give me a spark.
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Geet diyo mere joban varga
Saula Toone-haara.
Din chaRde di laali da jyuN
Bhar sarvar lishkaara.
Rukh vihoone thal vich jeekan
Pahila saNjh da taara.
SaNjh hoi saaDe vi thal theeN
Ik adh taara hor diyo,
JaaN saahnu vi laali vaakan
Bhar sarvar vich khor diyo.
Prabh ji, dihooN bin meet taaN beete,
Geet bina na beete,
Audh hanDHaani har koi jaane
Darad naseebi seete.
Har pahtan de paani Prabh ji
KihRe mirgaaN peete?
SaaDe vi pahtana de paani
Anpeete hi roR diyo,
JaaN jo geet likhaaye saathoN
Uh vi prabhu ji moR diyo.
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Give me a song, like youth itself,
Beautiful, magical.
Like the redness of a rising day
That sparkles in a brimming lake.
Like the first star of the evening
That shines in a treeless desert.
Night is approaching my desert,
Give me a star or two,
Or let me sink, like the evening redness,
Into the brimming lake.
Lord, I can bear life without my companion,
But I cannot bear it without a song.
We know that life has to be dealt with,
That pain is our destiny.
The deer cannot come
To every shore.
So let the water at my shore
Be washed away, undrunk.
Or take back the songs
That you allowed me to write.
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Prabh ji, roop na kade salaaheeye
JihRa ahg toN oona.
Us akh di sifat na kareeye
Jis da haNjh aloona.
Darad –vichuNna geet na kaheeye
Bol na mahik vihoona.
Bol je saaDa mahik vihoona
TaaN Dali toN toR diyo
JaaN saahnu saaDe joban varga
Geet udhaara hor diyo.
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We should never extol beauty, Lord
Which does not have fire,
Nor praise eyes
Whose tears are saltess.
We should never sing songs bereft of pain,
Or write a word devoid of fragrance.
If my words are without fragrance
Tear them from the branch,
Or give me another song,
A song like youth itself.
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