Mae ni Mae.
Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan Poet : Shiv Kumar
Such deep Peotry
** Maae Ni Maae - Geet**
**Maae ni maae **
Mere geetaaN de nainaaN vich
BirhoN di raRak pave!
Adhi adhi raateeN -
UTH ron moye mitraaN nu
Maae sahnu neeNd na pave!
BhaeN bhaeN sugaNdhiyaaN ‘ch -
**BaNhaaN phehe chaanani de **
TaaveeN saaDi peeR na save.
Kose kose saahaaN di -
MaeN karaaN je Takor maae
SagoN saahnu khaan nu pave.
Aape ni maeN baalaRi,
MaeN haale aap mahtaaN jogi
Maht kihRa es nu dave?
Aakh su ni maae ihnu
Rove buhl chith ke ni
Jahg kite sun na lave!
Aakh su ni kha laye Tuk
HijaraaN da pahkiya,
LekhaaN de ni puTHaRe tave!
Chat laye tarel looni -
GhamaaN de gulaab toN ni,
Kaalaje nu hausala rave!
KihRiyaaN saperiyaaN toN -
MaNgaaN kuNj mel di maeN,
Mel di koi kuNj dave,
KihRa ihna damma diyaaN -
LobhiyaaN de daraaN uhte,
VaaNg khaRa jogiyaaN rave!
PeeRe ni peeRe -
Ih piyaar aesi titali hae,
JihRi sada sool te bave
Piyaar aesa bhaur hae ni -
Jide koloN vaashna vi,
LakhaaN kohaaN door hi rave!
Piyaar oh mahal hae ni,
Jide ‘ch paNkheruaanNde
Baajh kujh hor na rave
*Piyaar aesa aaNgana hae*
Jide ‘ch ni vasalaaN da
RataRa na palaNgh Dave
Maae Ni Maae - Mother, O Mother
Mother, o mother,
My songs are like eyes
That sting with the grains of separation.
In the middle of the night
They wake and weep for dead friends.
Mother, I cannot sleep.
Upon them I lay strips of moonlight
Soaked in perfume,
But the pain does not recede.
I foment them
With warm sighs,
Yet they turn on me ferociously.
I am still young,
And need guidance myself.
Who can advise him?
Mother, would you tell him,
To clench his lips when he weeps
Or the world will hear him cry.
Tell him, mother, to swallow the bread
Of separation.
He is fated to mourn.
Tell him to lick the salty dew
On the roses of sorrow,
And stay strong.
Who are the snake handlers
From whom I can get another skin?
Give me a cover for myself.
How can I wait like a step of these people
Greedy for gold?
Listen, o my pain,
Love is that butterfly
Which is pinned forever to a stake.
]Love is that bee,
From whom desire,
Stays miles away.
Love is that palace
Where nothing lives
Except for the birds
Love is that hearth
Where the colored bed of fulfillment,
Is never laid.
Maae Ni Maae - Geet
