Ghazal
Balwinder Balam Gurdaspur
Before crossing a river of steps of age.
This man dies a thousand times before he dies.
As long as there was fear in the heart, the water never touched,
I stood on the shore before the boat was afraid.
I’m very scared, I’m afraid that it’s like this,
Before filling water from Bigane well with Ladge.
I did not understand just one gesture of yours.
Many times I came before your shelter.
I only believed in my preceptor,
Sometimes before I lose sometimes before I win.
A strong desire arose in my mind,
A crackling of the wound precedes a teasing of deep engorgement.
That the height of the mountain will give this sense of value,
We never thought before standing.
That the crossroads will be changed by betraying themselves,
You would have thought before holding your head.
The lines are the lightning, the rhythm is the winds,
They come to Jugalbandi before these clouds rain.
I never glue the broken pieces together,
I understand the test before I do it.
Before our power, these enemies were known,
We were already winning before losing the bet.
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Ghazal
GhazalJagtar Pakho
Since our jokes became controversy.
The walls also interacted with each other.
How can I hide my pains in silence,
Now there are also translations of silence.
Forget your feet and start flying with your thoughts.
After drinking the light, the gentlemen became optimistic.
On the soil of the heart, the mulberry has grown,
The bitter taste of the mind has become sweet.
When speaking, there are often quarrels,
But on your silence, the dispute has become.
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The dream of a drug-free Punjab
Let’s fulfill the dream of drug free Punjab
From the soil of Baba Nanak,
From Bhagat Singh’s dreams,
And from the eyes of mothers, the color of roses should not disappear.
Let’s finish…
Don’t forget the pins, needles and pins.
Leave Punjabiyat, don’t fall for dollars.
Don’t miss the sermon of Baba Nanak and the harp of Mardana.
Let’s finish…
Fields of swaying crops became cemeteries of white,
Naluy, Sarabhe’s heir Syringa remained alive,
Chaman, the crown of India, who himself is deserted.
Let’s make the dream come true…
Sometimes there were high-pitched cries on the vulture, the bhangra,
The age of drugs has risen, and today they are resounding.
Abdali, Farangis then polluted water of five ab.
Let’s finish…
Rakhis, the wrists are tied to decorate the songs,
The sources of brotherhood, love and fellowship dry up,
What gift should we give to future generations of a livable society?
Let’s finish…
Let’s join forces again,
Let’s stop the tricks that destroy us,
A garland of mutual enmity
Let’s dream again about Punjab.
This is what happened to Dr. Jaspal
Let’s fulfill the dream of drug free Punjab.
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