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Baajre daa siTTaa, ve asaaN talii te maroRiyaa ruThRaa jaaNdaa maahiyaa ve asaaN galee vichoN moRiyaa baajre daa siTTaa Just like I twist a cob of millet between my palms I made my angry lover return using my charms A cob of millet.. kaale kaale baddal aa’e chukkii jaaNR hanerii aj naaN saathoN russiiN T_holaa (Dholaa) sauN e tainuuN merii chhamaa-chham miiNh payaa vasse ... shaavaa ... javaanii khiR khiR hasse es rutte sohNRaa k_haroN (gharoN) kise naa vii chhoRiyaa baajre daa siTTaa ... Dark black clouds are gathering, wind flowing through their wings Do not be angry with me today, love, promise me this one thing Pitter patter are the drops of rain falling from the sky, how lovely! With my exuberant youth, in the midst of all, here am I, how lovely! Does anyone abandon their sweet heart in this intoxicating season? A cob of millet ... 3) muR muR teriyaaN b(h)aavaaN phaRdii mintaaN karaaN maiN lakhkhaaN je pichoN sii akh p_huaaNRii kyoN laaiyaaN saNR akhkhaaN ve laggii toR ve T_holaa ... shaavaa ... meraa dil moR ve T_holaa k_haRii (ghaRii) k_haRii de rose(*2) ve s(h)aaDaa la(h)uu ve nachoRiyaa baajre daa siTTaa Again and again I grab your arms, and plead with you time after time If you were going to turn away your eyes, why that gaze the first time? Ok, break this bond of love, yes go on, and return back to me my heart I am sick of these frequent bouts of anger, for they are tearing me apart A cob of millet ... 4) raah jaaNde saiN chheR gayaaN jad o din tainuuN p_hulaa (bhullaa) merii ruup javaanii utte dil teraa sii Dullaa jadoN saiN nain milaaNdaa ... shaavaa ... baRe saiN tarle paaNdaa toR gayaa saiN vaNgaaN (*2)naale hath machkoRiyaa baajre daa siTTaa Have you forgotten the day when, minding my business I was going along? But seeing my youth and beauty you poured out your feelings as if in a song! You got in the habit of exchanging glances, always pleading, do you understand Truth is, in all this excitement, once you broke my bangles and twisted my hand A cob of millet... 5) bin tere merii sunnii dunyaa jyoN p_hauraa-bin (bhauraa-bin) kaliyaaN raah utte maiN nain vichhaa ke khalii ravaaN vich galiyaaN te tuuN naa aaveN T_holaa ... shaavaa ... baRaa taRpaaveN T_holaa nit de vichhoRe (*2), ve maahiyaa dil s(h)aaDaa toRiyaa baajre daa siTTaa ... Desolate is my world without you! I am a nightingale without its flower My eyes are fixed on the road in your expectation and I have no power But you don't appear, what misfortune! You do torment me, my dearest These ever-occurring separations have broken my heart, oh my dearest A cob of millet ...

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