Shiv Kumar Batalvi

 

Vidhva Ruht.

   

Vidhva Ruht - Widowed Season

Maae ni
Das mereeye maae
Is vidhva ruht da –
Ki kareeye.
Haae ni
Is vidhva ruht da –
Ki kareeye.

Mother!
Tell me, mother,
What should I do
In this widowed season?
Tell me
What should I do
In this widowed season?

Is ruhte sab rukh nipatare
Mahik-vihoone
Is ruhte saaDe sukh de sooraj
SekoN oone.
Maae ni par vidhva joban
Hor vi loone.
Haae ni
E loona joban ki kareeya?
Maae ni is vidhva rut da ki kareeye?

In this season the trees are leafless,
Without fragrance.
In this season, the sun of my happiness
Has no warmth.
But even more bitter
Is my widowed youth.
Tell me,
What should I do
With this bitter youth.

Is ruhte
SaaDi peeR ne vaal vadhaae
Gham da sooti doodha ves haNDHaae
Rakhe roze geet na hoTHeeN laaye
Haae ni
Is ruhte kithe Dub mareeye?
Maae ni
Is vidhva ruht da –
Ki kareeye?

In this season
My pain has let its hair grow out,
It has worn the milky white cloth of sorrow,
Kept the fast, not sung a song.
Tell me,
In this season, where can I drown myself?
O Mother,
What should I do
In this widowed season?

Maae ni
Ih ruht kidhe laR laaeeye
Kis nu edhe jooTHe aNg CHuhaaeeye?
Kis dharmi de vehRe booTa laaeeye?
Haae ni
Ihnu kihRe phul maNg vaheeye?
Maae ni
Das mereeye maae
Is vidhva ruht da –
Ki kareeye.
Haae ni
Is vidhva rut da –
Ki kareeye?

O mother!
In this season, to whom can I attach myself?
Who can I touch with these contaminated limbs?
At whose righteous door can I plant this sapling?
Tell me
What flowers can I spill upon it?
O mother
Tell me mother
What should I do
In this widowed season?
Tell me
What should I do
In this widowed season?

   
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