Chhana Churi Da - Kuldeep Manak Übersetzung ins Englische

Chhana Churi Da

Dil wich raanjhe chaak di payi yaad staawe,
Ghar kherheyan da heer nu peya wadd wadd khaawe,

Ho charhde chetar asaan da, pai geya vichorha,,
Qaazi rall ke maapeya ne kite lorhaa,
Aisa wela khunjeya hun hath naa aawe,
Ghar kherheya da heer nu peya wadd wadd khaawe.

Pakki rutt visaakh di aa gayi ae haarhi,
Yaar gwaaya aapna hai kismat maarhi,
Aisa kehra labhiye, jehra yaar milawe,
Ghar kherheya da heer nu peya wadd wadd khaawe.

Ho jeth maheena charh peya gattka nu khaana,
Dil nu door na aawnda mera yaar purana,
Kothe charh ke wekhdi nale kaa'n udaawe,
Ghar kherheya da heer nu peya wadd wadd khaawe.

Din haarh de heer nu wareyan de hoye,
Nain mehtaabi ghund wich luk luk k roye,
Husan dopehre wangra nit dhalda jaawe,
Ghar kherheya da heer nu peya wadd wadd khaawe,

Ho saawan wich meehn warsda nale bijli ghadke.
Kalli bhubhah maardi main andar warh ke.
Hanju bhar bhar rowndi nu kaun waraawe,
Ghar kherheya da heer nu peya wadd wadd khaawe.

Bhaadon wich awallia ne yaadan aayia...
Raati fadd ke rowndi manje diya baahia,
Saida kaana wekh ke mainu darr aawe,
Ghar kherheya da heer nu peya wadd wadd khaawe.

Assu de wich wekheya main hor nazaara,
Supne de wich mil peya mainu yaar pyaara,
Kine mere laa geya dil nu pashtaawe,
Ghar kherheya da heer nu peya wadd wadd khaawe.

Ho kattak de wich kattdi main charkha dhaah ke,
Gin gin tanda paawndi main yaaran de naa'n te,
Laundi chaar galotrha, rowe te gaaw'e
Ghar kherheya da heer nu peya wadd wadd khaawe.

Magar de wich chooriya mai kutt khwaawan,
Kothe charh ke aakhdi udd ja we kaanw'a,
Jaa ke takhat hazareo sukh saandh leaa veh,
Ghar kherheya da heer nu peya wadd wadd khaawe.

Ho poh suhagan suttiyan kanta nal naara,
Manje utte payi haan main waang bimara,
Dil diya ramzan jaanda koi vaid na aawe,
Ghar kherheya da heer nu peya wadd wadd khaawe.

Maagh maheene ho gyian wareyan dia raatan,
Rooh meri hai kar rhi sabh teriyan baatan,
Raatan kaaliyan boliyan kallhi dar jaawe,
Ghar kherheya da heer nu peya wadd wadd khaawe.

Charhde faggan naath ne si naad wajaaya,
Ath jalalan walrhan ban jogi aaya,,,
Manak ramzan gujhian de naal bulaawe,
Ghar kherheya da heer nu peya wadd wadd khaawe.
Dil wich raanjhe chaak di payi yaad staawe.
Ghar kherheya da heer nu peya wadd wadd khaawe.

Chhana Churi Da

My heart remembers my beloved Ranjha,
At Heer's village, her beloved eats to his heart's content,

When the month of Chetar arrives, I am reminded of our separation,
The judge and the parents separated us by creating obstacles,
I search for you at every moment, but I can't find you,
At Heer's village, her beloved eats to his heart's content.

The autumn season has arrived, my love,
I have lost my love, it is my fate,
I wish I could find someone who could reunite me with my beloved,
At Heer's village, her beloved eats to his heart's content.

The month of Jeth has arrived, I am eager to eat mangoes,
My heart does not forget my beloved,
I climb to the roof and look out, and my heart aches,
At Heer's village, her beloved eats to his heart's content.

Days pass by, and Heer is consumed by sorrow,
Her eyes are filled with the moonlight, and she cries behind her veil,
Her beauty fades like the midday sun,
At Heer's village, her beloved eats to his heart's content,

The monsoon rains pour down, and the lightning flashes,
I am alone and drenched, and I cry bitterly.
Who will come to console me as I weep?
At Heer's village, her beloved eats to his heart's content.

In the month of Bhaadon, the memories of our love come flooding back...
I spend the nights crying on my bed,
I am afraid when I see the full moon,
At Heer's village, her beloved eats to his heart's content.

In the month of Assu, I see a different sight,
I meet my beloved in my dreams,
He makes me regret my decision,
At Heer's village, her beloved eats to his heart's content.

In the month of Kattak, I spin yarn on my spinning wheel,
I remember the names of my friends as I count the threads,
The four-year-old girl cries and sings
At Heer's village, her beloved eats to his heart's content.

In the month of Magar, I cut my wrists with my bangles,
I climb to the roof and say, "Fly away, raven,"
Go to Takhat Hazareo and find my beloved,
At Heer's village, her beloved eats to his heart's content.

In the month of Poh, married women sleep next to their husbands,
I lie on my bed like a patient,
My heart is fasting for you, and no doctor can cure me,
At Heer's village, her beloved eats to his heart's content.

In the month of Maagh, the nights are filled with longing,
My soul speaks only of you,
The dark nights make me shiver,
At Heer's village, her beloved eats to his heart's content.

In the month of Phagun, Nath played his flute,
Ath Jalalan the harlot became a yogi,,,
Manak calls out to Ramzan with his poems,
At Heer's village, her beloved eats to his heart's content.
My heart remembers my beloved Ranjha,
At Heer's village, her beloved eats to his heart's content.