Main Kusumbra Chun Chun Hari
Weary from Gathering Safflower
Two ways into the same verse. Tap a line to find its echo.
Safflower thorns caught hold and tore my veil.
एस कुसुम्बे दे कंडे भलेरे अड़ अड़ चुन्नड़ी पाड़ी ।
A harsh ruler owns the field; a cruel clerk keeps his accounts.
एस कुसुम्बे दा हाकम करड़ा ज़ालम ए पटवारी ।
Picking safflower, I have worn myself out.
मैं कुसुम्बड़ा चुन चुन हारी ।
Four headmen stand demanding heavy dues.
एस कुसुम्बे दे चार मुकद्दम मुआमला मंगदे भारी ।
Others picked a handful; I filled the basket full.
होरनां चुगिआ फूहिआ-फूहिआ मैं भर लई पटारी ।
Picking safflower, I have worn myself out.
मैं कुसुम्बड़ा चुन चुन हारी ।
I gathered a heap; the merchants came down.
चुग्ग चुग्ग के मैं ढेरी कीता लत्थे आण बपारी ।
A steep road, a hard journey, this load upon my head.
औखी घाटी मुशकल पैंडा सिर पर गट्ठड़ी भारी ।
Picking safflower, I have worn myself out.
मैं कुसुम्बड़ा चुन चुन हारी ।
Those rich in deeds crossed over; flawed as I am, I stayed.
अमलां वालियां सभ लंघ गईआं रह गई औगुणहारी ।
I played my life away, and lost the final game.
सारी उमरा खेड गवाई ओड़क बाज़ी हारी ।
Picking safflower, I have worn myself out.
मैं कुसुम्बड़ा चुन चुन हारी ।
At Alast our eyes first met—why forget me now?
अलस्सत केहा जद अक्खियां लाईआं हुन क्यों यार विसारी ।
We shared one house in gladness—why am I apart?
इक्को घर विच वसदियां रसदियां हुन क्यों रही नयारी ।
Picking safflower, I have worn myself out.
मैं कुसुम्बड़ा चुन चुन हारी ।
Unworthy, awkward, without grace—who would spare me a thought?
मैं कमीनी कुचज्जी कोहजी बेगुन कौन विचारी ।
Bulleh could not merit love; Inayat bore me over.
बुल्ल्हा शौह दे लायक नाहीं शाह इनायत तारी ।
Picking safflower, I have worn myself out.
मैं कुसुम्बड़ा चुन चुन हारी ।
