Re: Inqilaabi Shayari
(A Poem written by Amarta Pritam while Leaving her birthplace in Pakistani Punjab)
Ajj aakhaN waris shah nu, kitoN kabraN vichoN bol,
Te ajj kitabe ishq da koi agla varka khol.
Ikk roi si dhee Punjab di, tooN likh likh mare vain,
Ajj lakhaN dheeaN rondiaN, tainuN warish shah nu kahen.
Ve dardmandaN dia dardia, Uth takk apana Punjab
Ajj bailey lashaN vichhiaN te lahu di bhari Chinab
Kise ne panjaN paaniaN vich ditti zahar rala
Te ohna paaniaN dharat nu ditta paani la.
Is zarkhez zameen de looN looN phuttia zehar
gitth gitth charhiaN laaliaN foot foot charhia kehar.
Veh vallissi vaa pher, bann bann vaggi ja,
ohne har ik baans di vanjhali, ditti naag bana.
Pehley dang madariaN, mantar gaye guach,
Dooje dang di lagg gayi, janey khaney nun laag.
laagaaN keele lok munh, bus fir dang hi dang,
Palo pali Punjab de, neele pai gaye ang.
GaleoN tutte geet fir, trakaleoN tutti tand,
TrinjanoN tuttiaN saheliaN, charakhare ghookar band.
Sane sej de berian, luddan dittiaN rohR,
Sane daliaN peengh aj, pippalaN ditti toRh.
Jitthe vajdi si phook pyar di, Ve oh vanjhali gayi goach
Ranjhe de sab veer aj, bhul gaye ohdi jach!
Dharti te lahoo vassiya, kabraN paiaN choan,
Preet diaN shahzadiaN, aj vich mazaraN roan.
Aj sabbhe kaidoN ban gaye, husan-ishq de chor,
Aj kitthoN liayiye labbh ke Waris Shah ikk hor.
Aj aakhaN Waris Shah nu, kitoN kabraN vichoN bole,
Te ajj kitabe ishaq da, koi agala varka phol.
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English translation
**I say to Waris Shah today, speak from your grave
And add a new page to your book of love
Once one daughter of Punjab wept, and you wrote your long saga;
Today thousands weep, calling to you Waris Shah:
Arise, o friend of the afflicted; arise and see the state of Punjab,
Corpses strewn on fields, and the Chenaab flowing with much blood.
Someone filled the five rivers with poison,
And this same water now irrigates our soil.
Where was lost the flute, where the songs of love sounded?
And all Ranjha’s brothers forgotten to play the flute.
Blood has rained on the soil, graves are oozing with blood,
The princesses of love cry their hearts out in the graveyards.
Today all the Quaido’ns have become the thieves of love and beauty,
Where can we find another one like Waris Shah?
Waris Shah! I say to you, speak from your grave
And add a new page to your book of love.