Текст и перевод песни Sangram Hanjra - True Words

True Words

Gaah pauna chandi shamsheer ne Pata surjan nu nere kive cheerne,
Sabar wangar ban jaan ge Ruki na je thoddi kartoot ji,
Kam chad paini chakni,
Kam chad paini chakni bandook ji Ho bandook ji, Haye bandook ji.
Kidda dil wich veham paal rakheya Lekha modange ji kive sardaran da
Lotu hakmaan ton izzatan bachaun layi Kita parda ji asi dastaraan da.
Khoon mera ji ubaale peya marda Khoon mera ji, khoon mera ji,
Khoon mera ji ubaale peya marda Main
Gutt jhaad dewaan shonde jo saroop ji.
Kam chad paini chakni ... bandook ji Ho bandook ji, Haye bandook ji.
Gal dogle manna de wicho bhul gaye Ke jeda Guru sade hukam waja gaye
ENi himmat videshan vich hai nai
Bheti ghar de hi lanka sadi dhah gaye.
ASi guru gahran wich raatan kat de Raatan kat de, Raatan kat de,
Asi guru gahran wich raatan kat de
Khilaar dewange je mile koi proof ji.
Kamm chadd peni chakni ... bandook ji Ho bandook ji, Haye bandook ji.
Marna taan Jore Gilla sab ne Fer maut kolon kahton ainvaye
Dariye, Gal teri sachi pind mehne
Waleya Baazan wale lad lag ke mariye.
Ohi bann dastaran vekh datt gaye Vekh dat gaye,
Vekh dat gaye Ohi bann dastaran vekh datt
Gaye Ho jede nasheyan na dite tusi fook ji.
Kam chad paini chakni bandook ji Ho bandook ji, Haye bandook ji.

True Words

The sword that accepts a mere stitch, How does it cut a brilliant sword?
Like patience, I will become, I won't do a single trick,
The knife will lose its job,
The knife will lose its job, the gun, Oh, gun, Hey, gun.
What doubts you have harbored in your heart, How can you escape the sardars,
To save face from the oppressors, We drew a veil of turbans.
Your blood boils with passion, Your blood, your blood,
Your blood boils with passion, I
Will give up my soul if I find the right form.
The knife will lose its job ... gun, Oh, gun, Hey, gun.
We have forgotten the true word, That the divine who gave us the order,
You have no courage in foreign lands,
You have destroyed our home, Lanka.
We spend nights in the guru's depths, Nights, nights,
We spend nights in the guru's depths,
We will bloom if we find any proof.
The knife will lose its job ... gun, Oh, gun, Hey, gun.
Everyone kills Jore Gilla, Then, how can you avoid death in vain,
Be brave, My words are true, my love,
Fight to the death like a falcon.
He is deceived by the turban, Deceived,
Deceived He is deceived by the turban,
You don't even offer intoxication.
The knife will lose its job, the gun, Oh, gun, Hey, gun.