Uṭṭh gae gavāñḍhoñ yār
My friends have left the neighbourhood
Two ways into the same verse. Tap a line to find its echo.
My friends have gone from the neighbourhood.
उट्ठ गए गवांढों यार,
God, what can we do now?
रब्बा हुन की करीए ?
They rise, never to sit again; the caravan stands ready.
उट्ठ गए हुन बहन्दे नाहीं,होया साथ त्यार,
God, what can we do now?
रब्बा हुन की करीए ?
My heart flares with pain; separation feeds the flame.
दाढ कलेजे बल बल उठदी, भड़के बिरहों नार,
God, what can we do now?
रब्बा हुन की करीए ?
Without Him, Bullah, no near shore, no far shore.
बुल्ल्हा शहु प्यारे बाझों रहे उरार ना पार,
God, what can we do now?
रब्बा हुन की करीए ?
بلھے شاہ
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