Текст и перевод песни Malkit Singh - Maa

Maa

Iss duniyaa vich jineee rishte sab jhoote te behroop,
Maa da rishta sab toh sacha maa haa rab da roop,
Maa haa rab da roop...
Vekh Li Valait Yaaro Vekh Li Valait,
Goriyan Ranga De Vitch Dil Ne Black,
Oh Vekhi Saari Duniya Mai Vekh Li Valait,
Goriyan Ranga De Vitch Dil Ne Black,
Wan Svana Khana Khada Oh Phir Bhi Dil Nahi Bharda,
Mera Maa De Hata Diyan Pakiyan Rotiyan Khaan Nu Bara Hi Dil Karda,
Aaj Mera Maa De Hata Diyan Pakiyan Rotiyan Khaan Nu Bara Hi Dil Karda,
Sute Nu Uttaal Ke Oh Piniyan Khivaundi Si,
Gheo Paa Ka Dud Da Glass Vi Piyaundi Si,
Dabbe Che Parote Paake Tor Di Si College Nu,
Jado Mai Hunda Si Parda Dosto Jado Mai Hunda Si Parda,
Mera Maa De Hata Diyan Pakiyan Rotiyan Khaan Nu Bara Hi Dil Karda,
Aaj Mera Maa De Hata Diyan Pakiyan Rotiyan Khaan Nu Bara Hi Dil Karda,
Bapu Ne Baha Che Le Ke Mainu Samjaya Si,
Delhi Airport Te Charaun Jado Aaya Si,
Rak Ke Zammen Ghene Bhejan Laga Mai Tenu,
Cheta Na Bhuladi Kithe Ghar Da Oh Putra,
Cheta Na Bhuladi Kithe Ghar Da,
Mera Maa De Hata Diyan Pakiyan Rotiyan Khaan Nu Bara Hi Dil Karda,
Aaj Mera Maa De Hata Diyan Pakiyan Rotiyan Khaan Nu Bara Hi Dil Karda,
Bhen Da Viyaa Vi Naseeba Victh Hoya Ni,
Apne Hatha Naal Ohnu Sal Che Nakoiya Nahi,
Passport Ute Jado Lagi Na Stamp Mere,
Passport Ute Paki Lagi Na Stamp Jado,
Roo peya Viyaah Da Card Parda Oh Loko,
Roo peyaa viahh da card pad da,
Mera Bhen De Hatha Diyan Maki Diyan Rotiyan Khaan Nu Bara Hi Dil Karda,
Aaj Mera Bhen De Hatha Diyan Maki Diyan Rotiyan Khaan Nu Bara Hi Dil Karda,
Choti Bhen De Hatha Diyan Maki Diyan Rotiyan Khaan Nu Bara Hi Dil Karda,
Jiunde Nu Vichor Dita Pura Pardes Hai,
Apna ta des yaaro apna hee videsh aa,
Jis Vele Chan Nu Kiraiya Yaad Ni Aunda,
Oh Jado Malkit Nu Punjab Yaad Aunda,
Dil Ud Ke Jaan Nu Karda Dosto,
Ud Ke Jaan Nu Karda,
Mera Maa De Hata Diyan Pakiyan Rotiyan Khaan Nu Bara Hi Dil Karda,
Mera Bhen De Hatha Diyan Maki Diyan Rotiyan Khaan Nu Bara Hi Dil Karda,
Vadi Bebe De Hata Diyan Maki Diyan Rotiyan Khaan Nu Bara Hi Dil Karda,
Mera Maki Diyaan Rotiyan Saag Naal Aaj Khaan Nu Bara Hi Dil Da,
Mera Masi De Hatha Diyan Maki Diyan Rotiyan Khaan Nu Bara Hi Dil Karda,
Vadi Bhooa De Hatha Diyan Maki Diyan Rotiyan Khaan Nu Bara Hi Dil Karda,
Mera Maa De Hata Diyan Pakiyan Rotiyan Khaan Nu Bara Hi Dil Karda.

Mother

In this world, all relationships are false and deceptive,
Only a mother's love is true, a mother is the embodiment of God,
A mother is the embodiment of God...
I've seen England, my friends, I've seen England,
Among the fair-skinned beauties, my heart feels black,
Oh, I've seen the whole world, I've seen England,
Among the fair-skinned beauties, my heart feels black,
Though I have a hundred dishes before me, my heart is not content,
I long to eat the rotis cooked by my mother's hands,
Today, I yearn to eat the rotis cooked by my mother's hands,
She used to wake me up from sleep and feed me,
She made me drink a glass of milk with ghee,
She packed parathas in my lunchbox for college,
When I was studying, my friends, when I was studying,
I long to eat the rotis cooked by my mother's hands,
Today, I yearn to eat the rotis cooked by my mother's hands,
My father took me aside and explained,
When he dropped me off at Delhi Airport,
I'm sending you abroad to earn money,
Don't forget your home, my son,
Don't forget your home,
I long to eat the rotis cooked by my mother's hands,
Today, I yearn to eat the rotis cooked by my mother's hands,
My sister's wedding was also not in our fate,
I couldn't offer her a gift with my own hands,
When I couldn't get the stamp on my passport,
When I couldn't get the stamp,
I cried reading the wedding invitation, you know,
I cried reading the wedding invitation,
I long to eat the rotis made by my sister's hands,
Today, I yearn to eat the rotis made by my sister's hands,
I long to eat the rotis made by my younger sister's hands,
This foreign land has separated me from my loved ones,
My own country feels foreign now, my friends,
When I don't remember the rent,
That's when I, Malkit, miss Punjab,
My heart wants to fly back home, my friends,
It wants to fly back,
I long to eat the rotis cooked by my mother's hands,
I long to eat the rotis made by my sister's hands,
I long to eat the rotis made by my elder sister's hands,
Today, I yearn to eat rotis with saag,
I long to eat the rotis made by my maternal aunt's hands,
I long to eat the rotis made by my elder aunt's hands,
I long to eat the rotis cooked by my mother's hands.