Main Chuhretari Aa Sache Sahib De Darbaron
A Sweeper from the True Lord’s Court
Two ways into the same verse. Tap a line to find its echo.
Bare feet, hair unbound: a message came from the farther shore.
पैरों नंगी सिरों झंडोली सुनेहा आया पारों,
What use this bustle? What can I take away?
तड़बराट कुझ बणदा नाहीं की लैसां संसारों,
I lift my basket, winnow greed, and scatter the world's dues.
मैं पकड़ां छजनी (छजली) हिरस उडावां छट्टा मालगुज़ारों,
I am the true Lord's sweeper, come from his court.
मैं चूहरेटड़ी आ सच्चे साहब दे दरबारों ।
Across repeated births, Hindu and Muslim labels do not hold.
हिन्दू तुरक ना हुन्दे ऐसे दो जरमे तरै जरमे,
Forbidden, permitted—neither net has caught me.
हराम हलाल पछाता नाहीं असीं दोहां ते नहीं भरमे,
I know the guru and the pir; for them I give my head.
गुरू पीर दी परख असांनूं सभनां तों सिर वारों,
I am the true Lord's sweeper, come from his court.
मैं चूहरेटड़ी आं सच्चे साहब दे दरबारों ।
I swept the knots and shorn heads into a heap, and claimed a glimpse of love.
घुंडी मुंडी दा बुहल बहाइआ बखरा लिआ दीदारों,
I lifted my lover's veil; before that court my shame was gone.
घुंड मुक्ख पिया तों लाहिआ शरम रहीं दरबारों,
Bulleh, be his own, and leave the world's forced labour.
बुल्ल्हा शहु दे हो के रहीए छुट्ट गए कार बगारों,
I am the true Lord's sweeper, come from his court.
मैं चूहरेटड़ी आं सच्चे साहब दे दरबारों ।