Meri Bukkal De Vich Chor Ni BY Bulleh Shah
Meri bukkal de vich chor,
Ni meri bukkal de vich chor.
Kihnu kuuk sunaavaan ni,
meri bukkal de vich chor.
Chori chori nikal gaya,
jagg vich pai geya shor.
Ni meri bukkal de vich chor.
There is a thief in the folds of my arms.
Whom shall I tell?There is a thief in the folds of my arms
He has, of late, escaped on the sky
No wonder there is a stir in the sky
And the world there is a hue and cry.
Whom shall I tell?
Mussalmaan saddne ton dardey, hindu darde gor.
Douven aise de vich mardey, eho dohaan di khor.
The Muslims are afraid of fire
And the Hindus dread the grave
Both of them have their fears
And keep on sharpening their staves.
Whom shall I tell?
Kitey ram das, kitey fateh mohammad, eho kadimi shor,
Mitt gaya dohaan da jhagada, nikal peya kuch hor.
Ramdas here and Fateh Muhammad there
This has kept them emitting spleen
Suddenly their quarrel came to an end
When someone else emerged on the scene.
Whom shall I tell?
Arsh-mannavar baangaan miliyaan, sunniyaan takhat Lahore
Shah inaayat kundiyaan paiyaan, luk chup khitchda dor.
There was furore in the flushed sky
It reached Lahore, the capital town
It was Shah Inayat who crafted the kite
It’s he who moves it up and down.
Whom shall I tell?
Eho tussi vi aakho saare, aap guddi aap dor
Men dassna tussi pakadd liaao, bulle shah da chor
He who believes, he alone has known
Everyone else id floundering
All the wrangling came to an end
When Bulleh came to town.
Whom shall I tell?
Meri bukkal de vich chor,
Ni meri bukkal de vich chor.
There is a thief in the folds of my arms.
There is a thief in the folds of my arms.
