Jhooth aakhan ta kuj Bachda aey
Jhooth aakhan ta kuj Bachda aey
Sach aakheya bhambar machda aey
Jee dohan gallan to Jachda aey
Jach Jach k Jiva Kehndi aey
Muh aayi baat na rehndi aey
Jis paya bheth Kalandar da
Raah Khojya aapney aandar da
Oh wassi hai sikh mandir da
Jithey koi na chardi lehndi aey
Muh aayi baat na rehndi aey
Ek lajam batt adab di aey
Sanu baat maloomi sabb di aey
Har har vich soorat rabb di aey
Kitey Jahar kitey chupendi aey
Muh aayi baat na rehndi aey
Ethe duniya vich hanera aey
Eh tilkanvaji vehra aey
War andar wekho kehra aey
Kyu khapptan bahar dhundendi aey
Muh aayi baat na rehndi aey
Ethey lekha pao pasar aey
Ehda wakhra bhet niyara aey
Eh soorat da chamkara aey
Jiwey chinag daaru vich paindi aey
Muh aayi baat na rehndi aey
Kitey naaj ada dikhlaida
kitey ho rasool milaida
Kitey Aashiq ban ban aayida
Kitey jaan judai sehndi aey
Muh aayi baat na rehndi aey
Jdo jahhar hoye noor hori
Jall gye pahar koh turi
Tado darr charey mansoor hori
Othey sheikh pesh na vehndi aey
Muh aayi baat na rehndi aey
Je jahar kra israr tayyi
Sabb bhull jawan takrar tayyi
Fir maarn bulleh yaar tayyi
Ethey makhpi gall sohendi aey
Muh aayi baat na rehndi aey
Asa parya ilam tahkiki aey
Othey iko harf hakiki aey
Hor jhagra sab wadiki aey
Aawey raula pa pa behndi aey
Muh aayi baat na rehndi aey
Aaey Shah akaal tu aaya kar
Sanu adab adaab sikhaya kar
Main jhoothi nu samjaya kar
Jo murakh mannu kehndi aey
Muh aayi baat na rehndi aey
Wah wah kudrat beparwahi aey
Dewey kaidi de sir shahi aey
Aisa beta jaya maai aey
Sabb kalma us da kehndi aey
Muh aayi baat na rehndi aey
Bulla shauh assa thi wakh nahi
Bin Shauh thi dooja kakh nahi
Par wekhan waali aakh nahi
Ta hi jaan judaayian sehndi aey
Muh aayi baat na rehndi aey
Translation:
By Kartar Singh Duggal
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I must utter what comes to my lips.
Speaking the truth creates chaos.
Telling a lie saves one scarce.
I am afraid of both these.
Afraid I am both here and there.
I must utter what comes to my lips.
He who has this secret known.
He must peep into his own
Lives He in the shrine of peace
Where there are no ups and downs
I must utter what comes to my lips.
It is indeed a slippery park.
I take precautions in the dark
De inside and see for yourself
Why this wild search afar?
I must utter what comes to my lips.
It is a matter of good form
A norm to which we all conform
It’s God in every soul you see
If he is in me why not in you?
I must utter what comes to my lips.
(Says Bulleh) the master is not far from me
Without him there none could be
That explains the suffering and pain
But mine is not the eye to see
I must say what comes to my lips.
