Текст и перевод песни Wadali Brothers - Waris Shah Nu

Waris Shah Nu

Shah noon kahan

Uth darmandan diaa dardiiaa uth tak apna punjaab!
Aj bele laashaa.N vichiiaa.N te lahu dii bharii chenaab!

Kise ne panja paania.N vich dittii zehar rala!
Te unhaa.N paaniaa.N dharat nuu.N dittaa paanii laa!

Es jarkhej zameen te loo.N loo.N phutiaa zehar
Gith gith chadiaa.N laliyaa.N, fut fut chadiaa kehar

Vihoo.N vilissi vaa fir van van vaggi ja
Ohne har ik baans di vanjhli ditti naag bnaa

Naaga.N keele lok moo.Nh bus fir dang hi dang
Plo plii panjab de neele pai gye ang

Ve glio.N tutte geet fir traklio.N tutti tand
Trinjhno.N tuttia.N sahelian charkhde ghookar band

Sne sej de bediya.An ludhan dittian rodh
Sne dalia.N peengh ajj piplaa.N diti tod

Jitthe vajdii phuuk pyaar di ve oh vanjhli gayi guaach
Ranjhe de sab veer aj bhul gaye usdi jaach

Dharti te lahu vasiya, qabran payiyan chon
Preet diyan shaahazaadiiaa.N aj vich mazaaraa.N ron

Ve aj sab 'qaido' ban gaye, husn ishq de chor
Aj kitho.N liaaiie labbh ke waaris shah ik hor

Aj aakhan waaris shah noon kito.N qabra.N vicho.N bol!
Te aj kitab-e-ishq da koi agla varka phol!

Waris Shah Nu

Oh my dear Shah,

Arise, you healer of the suffering, arise and take up your task in Punjab once more!
Today, the rivers flow with corpses, and the Chenab is filled with blood!

Someone has poisoned the waters
And those who drink them bring poison to the land!

This earthquake has cracked the earth and released deadly fumes
Flames leap up from the cracks, and disaster strikes again and again

You have abandoned us, oh beloved, and left us to wander in the wilderness
Every bamboo flute has become a venomous snake

The snakes hiss and strike, and the people's mouths are filled with poison
The blue skies of Punjab have turned black with grief

Oh, my sisters, our songs have ended, and our dances have ceased
The spinning wheels are silent, and the bracelets lie still

The anklets that once tinkled on our ankles now lie broken
The swings that once carried us high now hang motionless

Where once the flute played sweet melodies of love, now it is silent
Ranjha's warriors have forgotten his teachings

The earth is soaked in blood, and the graves are full
The princesses of love now weep in their tombs

Today, everyone has become a "qaido", a thief of beauty and love
Where can we find another Waris Shah to guide us?

Today, I call out to Waris Shah from his grave:
Open the next page of the book of love!