Paroles et traduction Seronke - Pind

Pind

Bande mahtad ne bhaven, Dila de ne raaje
Naale guruan de singhan sire taaj v sajaate
Bande ankhi ne ankhila naio darda
Pind haini koi kude mere pind varga
Yaaran Bellian di tahni vich reha khadh da
Ghuri vatde ne gabru o naio jarda
Koi asla v haini meri hind varga
Pind haini koi kude mere pind varga

Paena akhna na baap osse ghadi karda
Kade thudan na ditta, tadi karda
Tanhi gabru a dekh much khadi karda
Pind haini koi kude mere pind varga
Guru ghar di a bani naal din chadh da
Pind haini koi kude mere pind varga
Khulle langar ne dhidh maadeya da bharda
Pind haini koi kude mere pind varga

Vail ankh tan bhaiyan kolo sikhe ne
Baap kolo sikhiyan ne jummevarian
Dil hosh vich panneyan te chitte ne
Chaar palan dian ne aeh geetkaarian
Ik des bada yaad aave virka oe
Ek dhudh chaan diya c jo baarian
Thodi sifat main jinni kara des di
Zindganiyan ne aede utton vaarian

Saah naio laya kade ghar vad ke
Hunda disda c gurughar ghar khad ke
Hun leerae kaaleyan de naal hand di ae joon
Ohi rangan vaala mela dise fer khadh ke
Saah Nikal de nikal de ad ad ke
Patte ruttan nalo lath gye ne jhadh jhadh ke
Hun laadla ya mod utte khada janda jhaaki
Hogye saal kayi dekhya nai ghar vad ke

Paena akhna na baap osse ghadi karda
Kade thudan na ditta, tadi karda
Tanhi gabru a dekh much khadi karda
Pind haini koi kude mere pind varga
Guru ghar di a bani naal din chadh da
Pind haini koi kude mere pind varga
Khulle langar ne dhidh maadeya da bharda
Pind haini koi kude mere pind varga

Bande mahtad ne bhaven, Dila de ne raaje
Naale guruan de singhan sire taaj v sajaate
Bande ankhi ne ankhila naio darda
Pind haini koi kude mere pind varga

Village

My dear, you have given me kings and queens,
And crowned the lions of our teachers with garlands,
My eyes have never felt pain,
No village is like my village,
The boys are standing in the shade of the acacia trees,
They are wandering and carefree,
No land is like my land,
No village is like my village.

My father, he keeps watch over us every hour,
He never gave us anything, he punishes us,
These boys, they come and look at me with raised eyebrows,
No village is like my village,
My days rise with the sound of the temple bells,
No village is like my village,
The open kitchen is filled with the smell of fried onions,
No village is like my village.

I learned from my brothers about the eyes of a cow,
I learned from my father about the Fridays,
In my heart, I have the leaves and the white flowers,
I have these short-lived songs,
That big land, my dear, I remember,
Where I used to suckle your milk,
I sing a little praise, as much as I can, to my land,
My life, it's full of such adventures.

I never breathed deeply when I returned home,
I used to see the temple standing there,
I hold hands with the black crows, like this,
I see that colorful fair standing again,
My breath escapes, little by little,
The leaves have fallen, like this, from the trees,
I, your darling, stand here looking down,
It's been years, I haven't been home yet.

My father, he keeps watch over us every hour,
He never gave us anything, he punishes us,
These boys, they come and look at me with raised eyebrows,
No village is like my village,
My days rise with the sound of the temple bells,
No village is like my village,
The open kitchen is filled with the smell of fried onions,
No village is like my village.

My dear, you have given me kings and queens,
And crowned the lions of our teachers with garlands,
My eyes have never felt pain,
No village is like my village.