Meri Bukkal De Vich Chor
A Thief Within My Shawl
Two ways into the same verse. Tap a line to find its echo.
A thief is hidden in my shawl.
मेरी बुक्कल दे विच्च चोर ।
Sister, a thief is in my shawl.
नी मेरी बुक्कल दे विच्च चोर ।
Whom can I call? The thief is in my shawl.
कीहनूं कूक सुणावां नी मेरी बुक्कल दे विच्च चोर ।
He slipped away in secret; the world broke into uproar.
चोरी चोरी निकल गया जग विच्च पै गया शोर ।
A thief is hidden in my shawl.
मेरी बुक्कल दे विच्च चोर ।
Muslims fear the pyre; Hindus fear the grave.
मुसलमान सिव्यां (सड़ने) तों डरदे हिन्दू डरदे गोर ।
Both perish in this struggle; such is their mutual spite.
दोवें एसे दे विच्च मरदे इहो दोहां दी खोर ।
A thief is hidden in my shawl.
मेरी बुक्कल दे विच्च चोर ।
Here Ram Das, there Fateh Muhammad—the same ancient clamour.
किते राम दास किते फ़तह मुहंमद इहो कदीमी शोर ।
Their quarrel fell away; another truth appeared.
मिट गया दोहां दा झगड़ा निकल प्या कुझ होर ।
A thief is hidden in my shawl.
मेरी बुक्कल दे विच्च चोर ।
Calls rang from the radiant throne and reached Lahore.
अरश मुनव्वर बांगां मिलियां सुणियां तख़त लाहौर ।
Inayat set the hooks; unseen, he draws the line.
शाह इनायत कुंडियां पाईआं लुक छुप खिचदा डोर ।
A thief is hidden in my shawl.
मेरी बुक्कल दे विच्च चोर ।
Who searched found him; lament alone won no splendour.
जिस ढूंडाइआ तिस ने पाइआ ना झुर झुर होया मोर ।
Our pir of pirs in Baghdad; our guide in Lahore.
पीरे पीरां बग़दाद असाडा मुरशद तख़त लाहौर ।
A thief is hidden in my shawl.
मेरी बुक्कल दे विच्च चोर ।
Say it, all of you: he is the kite and the string.
इहो तुसीं वी आखो सारे आप गुड्डी आप डोर ।
I tell you—go and catch the thief of Bulleh's heart.
मैं दसनां तुसीं पकड़ ल्याउ बुल्ल्हे शाह दा चोर ।
A thief within my shawl—sister, a thief within my shawl.
मेरी बुक्कल दे विच्च चोर ।नी मेरी बुक्कल दे विच्च चोर ।
