Shishi Bhari Ve Sharab Di - Kuldeep Manak Übersetzung ins Englische

Shishi Bhari Ve Sharab Di

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.

Shishi Bhari Ve Sharab Di

My heart remembers the sorrow of Ranjha,
In my deserted home, I see Heer eating and drinking.

In the month of Chetar, I remember our separation,
The Qazi has come and separated us,
Now I search this time, but can't find it,
In my deserted home, I see Heer eating and drinking.

My love, the bitter season of poison has come,
I have lost my love, my fate is cruel,
Where can I find someone who can reunite us,
In my deserted home, I see Heer eating and drinking.

In the month of Jeth, it is time to harvest wheat,
My heart does not forget my old love,
I climb to the roof and look around, my eyes welling up,
In my deserted home, I see Heer eating and drinking.

In the month of Bhadon, Heer is alone and in pain,
Her moon-like eyes are hidden in a veil, and she cries,
Her beauty fades like the afternoon sun,
In my deserted home, I see Heer eating and drinking,

In the month of Sawan, the rain pours and the lightning flashes.
I am alone and widowed, and my heart is heavy within me.
Who will console me as I weep with tears,
In my deserted home, I see Heer eating and drinking.

In the month of Bhadon, memories of you come to me...
I cry until dawn, my bed is wet with tears,
When I see the yellow leaves, I am filled with fear,
In my deserted home, I see Heer eating and drinking.

In my tears, I see a different sight,
In my dreams, I meet my beloved,
He makes my heart yearn for him,
In my deserted home, I see Heer eating and drinking.

In the month of Kattak, I spin cotton,
Counting each revolution, remembering your name,
The maid, with her four braids, sings and cries,
In my deserted home, I see Heer eating and drinking.

In the month of Magar, I cut my wrists with bangles,
I climb to the roof and say, "Fly away, my crow"
Go to the throne and find happiness,",
In my deserted home, I see Heer eating and drinking.

In the month of Poh, newlyweds sleep together,
On my bed, I lie like a sick man,
My heart is fasting, no doctor can heal it,
In my deserted home, I see Heer eating and drinking.

In the month of Maagh, the nights are filled with the scent of flowers,
My soul speaks only of you,
The nights are dark, and the words of the nightingale frighten me,
In my deserted home, I see Heer eating and drinking.

In the month of Phagun, the Lord plays his flute,
Ath jalalan, the yogi, comes to my house,,,
Manak calls out your name, and invites me to join the Gujhian festival,
In my deserted home, I see Heer eating and drinking.
My heart remembers the sorrow of Ranjha,
In my deserted home, I see Heer eating and drinking.