Dharmi Baabala			Dharmi Baabala - Noble Father
Jad paeN kapaaheeN phul, Ve dharmi baabala! Saahnu o ruht lae dayeeN muhl, Ve dharmi baabala			When the cotton flowers bloomed, O noble father, Bring back that season for me, O noble father.
Is ruhte mera geet gavaacha, Jihde gal birhoN di gaani, Mukh te kil ghamaaN de - Naeni ujaRe khu da paani, Geet ke jisnu hoNT CHuhaaiyaaN Jaaye kathoori huhl, Ve dharmi baabala! Saahnu geet o lai dayeeN muhl, Ve dharmi baabala.			That was the season when I lost my song. Its throat was tied with ropes of separation, Its face was disfigured with boils of sorrow, Its eyes were stilled, like water in old wells. Once, it had been a song That spread its fragrance all around. O noble father. Bring back that song for me. O noble father.
Ik din maeN te geet mere, Es Toone - haari rute, DilaaN di dharti vaahi goDi Beeje supne suche. Lakh naena de paani siNjhe Par na lahge phul, Ve dharmi baabala. Saahnu ik phul lae dayeeN mul Ve dharmi baabala.			One day my song and I, In that enchanted season, Ploughed the earth of my heart, Sowed it with seeds of undefiled dreams. But no matter how many tears I poured, No flower bloomed. O noble father. Bring back one flower for me, O noble father.
KihRe kam e milakh jahgeeraaN Je theeyaaN kumhlaaeeyaaN, KihRe kam tere maansarovar HaNsniyaaN,tirhaaeeyaaN, KihRe kam khilaari teri Chog motiyaaN tuhl - Ve dharmi baabala! Je ruht na le dayeeN mul Ve dharmi baabala.			What use your fertile lands If daughters wilt? What use your great lakes If the swans are thirsting? What use your ample wealth, Your granary of pearls, O noble father, If you cannot bring back the season, When the cotton flower bloomed, O noble father.
Jad paeN kapaaheeN phul Ve dharmi baabala! Saahnu o ruht lae dayeeN muhl, Ve dharmi baabala			When the cotton flowers bloomed, O noble father, Bring back that season for me, O noble father.
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