BuDHa Ghar			BuDHa Ghar - The Old House
Hae chir hoeeya Mera aapa mere saNg rus ke Kite Tur gaya hae Te mere kol mera Sakhana kalboot baaki hae Te mere ghar di har deevaar te CHaayi udaasi hae Hae chir hoeeya Mera aapa mere saNg rus ke Kite Tur gaya hae Te mera ghar uhde Tur jaan piCHoN Jhur riha hae			It has been a while Since my self became displeased with me And left. What remains Is just an empty shell. And every wall of my home, Is overcast with sadness. It has been a while Since my self became displeased with me And left. And my home, since his departure Is grieving.
O aksar bahut Doonghi raat gaye hi Ghar paratda si Te sooraj huNdiyaaN o Ghar deeyaaN bhitaaN toN Darda si O kihRe hiran laNge kar riha si Kujh na dasda si Te din bhar aapne ParCHaaviyaaN piCHe nhasda si.			He often used to return home Very late at night. As soon as the sun rose, He would become fearful of the crevices in the walls. What thoughts leaped across his mind He would never say, But all day long He chased his shadow.
Maenu uhdi devdaasi bhaTkana Aksar DaraaNdi si Te uhdi aakh di vahisht JiveN sheeshe nu khaaNdi si Te uhdi chup BuDHe ghar de hun jaale hilaaNdi si.			This fruitless wandering of his Often scared me. The wildness in his eyes Almost ate into the mirror And the cobwebs in that old house Stirred in his silence.
MaeN ik din chup vich Uhnu ghar deeyaaN kaNdhaaN dikha baeTHa O dhup vich roNdiyaaN kaNdhaaN di gahl Seene nu la baeTHa. MaeN aeveN bhul kaNdhaaN di gahl Usnu suna baeTHa Te uhda saath kaNdhaaN toN Hamesha lai gava baeTHa.			One day, during such a silence I showed him the walls of the house. The thought of those walls weeping in the sunlight Struck him deeply. I spoke to him about the walls without thinking, Because I lost for evermore His association with these walls.
O ghar CHaDan toN pahilaaN us din Har khooNje vich phireya Te ghar vich khaNg raheeyaaN Beemaar sab iTaaN de galeeN miliya Te us manhoos din piCHoN Kade o ghar naheeN muRiya.			Before he left the house that day He walked through every inch of it, He embraced every coughing, Ailing brick in the house. And since that ill-omened day He never once returned home.
Ahj sabe dhartiyaaN meriyaaN Te sabhe hi asmaan Ahj sabhe raNg hi maenDRe Mere vehDe jhumar paan.			Today, all the world is mine, And all the skies. Today, every color sways In my courtyard.
Hun jad vi rail di paTaRi te koi Khudkashi kar da e, JaaN Tola bhikshuaaN da Sir munaae shehar vich chalda e JaaN naksalbaaReeya koi Kise nu katal jad karda e, Te mere ghar deeyaaN kaNdhaaN nu Us pal taap aa chaRda e Te buDHe ghar deeyaaN Beemaar iTaaN da badan THarda e. Eh buDHe ghar deeyaaN Beemaar iTaaN nu bharosa hae O jithe vi hae, jihRe haal vich hae, O bedosh hae, Uhnu ghar te naheeN Ghar deeyaaN kaNdhaaN te rosa hae.			Now whenever someone kills himself Across a railroad, Or a group of monks with shaven head Walks through the town, Or a Naxalite Slays somebody - The walls of my home Become feverish. The ailing bricks of this old house Shiver. The ailing bricks of this old house Have faith That wherever he is, in whatever condition He is blameless. He is not displeased with the house, He is just displeased with the walls of the house.
Hae chir hoeeya Mera aapa mere saNg rus ke Kite door Tur giya hae Te mere kol mera sakhana kalboot Baaki hae, Jo buDHe ghar deeyaaN Hun mar rahiyaaN kaNdhaaN da saathi hae.			It has been a while Since my self became displeased with me And left. What remains Is an empty shell That is the companion Of the dying walls of this old house.
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