phirī rutt shagūphiān vālī
Birds in the flowering season
Two ways into the same verse. Tap a line to find its echo.
Again the flowering season came; the birds flew in for grain.
फिरी रुत्त शगूफ्यां वाली, चिड़ियां चुगन नूं आईआं ।
Hawks devoured some in flight; snares took others on the ground.
इकना नूं जुर्यां लै खाधा, इकना नूं फाहियां लाईआं ।
Some still dreamed of flying home; some turned upon the spit.
इकना नूं आस मुड़न दी आही, इक सीख कबाब चड़्हाईआं ।
What could they do, O Bulleh? Fate had dealt and sealed their share.
बुल्ल्हे शाह की वस्स उन्हां दे, उह किसमत मार वसाईआं ।
بلھے شاہ
— Dohra —
