Main tainu fir milaangi
Kithe? Kis trah? Pata nahi
Shayad tere takhiyl di chinag banke
Tere canvas te utraangi
Ya khore teri canvas dey utte
Ik rahasmayi lakeer banke
Khamosh tainu takdi rawangi
Main tainu fir milaangi
I will meet you yet again
How and where? I don’t know that.
Perhaps I could be a
figment of your imagination
Or maybe I will draw myself
As a mysterious line that shouldn’t be
On your canvas
Quietly, I will stare at you
And I will meet you again.
Jaa khore suraj di lau banke
Tere ranga vich ghulangi
Jaa ranga diyan bahwa vich baithke
Tere canvas nu wlangi
Pata nahi kish trah-kithe
Par tainu zarur milangi.
Perhaps I will become a ray of sunshine,
And revel in your colours
Or maybe I will paint me on your canvas
I know not how or where
but I will surely meet you.
Jaa khore ik chashma bani howangi
Te jivan jharneya da paani udd da
Main pani diyan bunda
Tere pinde te malangi
Te ik thandak jahi banke
Teri chhaati de naal lagaangi
Main hor kuch nahi jaandi
Par ena jaandiyan
Ki waqt jo vi karega
Ae janam mere naal turega
Maybe I will become a spring
And the water that sprouts from it
I’ll rub its droplets on your body
I’ll become the coolness from it
That rests on your burning chest
I don’t know anything else
But I know this much
That no matter what time does
This life will walk along with me.
Ae jism mukkda hai
Tan sab kuch mukk janda-e
Par cheteyan dey dhaage
Kaayenaati kana dey hunde
Main unha kana nu chunagi
Dhageyan nu walangi
Te tainu fir milaangi
This body? It perishes.
Everything does.
But the threads of memory
Are woven such
That the universe resides in its every bead
I will pick those tiny beads
I will weave the threads
And then.. I will meet you again.