نأ دا نام سی تی ݜیل، نأ یی مال سی بی ݜیل تُھو
آ تُونُو وجُود سی جھاقآ می چیر لھیڙأ ݜَئیل تُھو
آ مُدام پھیِگر او بھیِد سی تے پام کڑَدُو
ایِں کُوٹ پھیرأدے مے پھأن گے بَھئیل تُھو
مأ دا میِم کَڑی کی تُونُو، ݜا بڑی کی تُونُو
آ یأ جھوک سی پھانگ پوم می گݜَیل تُھو
تھیلدے مھأ آسمانا، بھی مھأ ما گِلہ کودُو
بھا کئی نہ ہودُو، تُو ڈھیران می کئی بئیل تُھو!
لوَو ڈھو تُھو أ وُجود، بے مَلَنیآ گھو تُھو أ جیدُون
تُو سأز بنَدُو نأ یی آ، کھأ مُو آ گَن بھیل تُھو
نأ مُوژادُو ہاگا، نأ یی سی سی جَھلام چھیئولادُو
دشت می دا سے پُوشُو تھامُوڑ آمیژیل تُھو
Translation:
I crave no fame, no wealth, from every hunger fleeing,
I’m tangled deep within the thicket of my being.
Being is a lie, a bubble, a horse in galloping flight;
Nor You nor I will speak the truth, and so I shake with fright.
I’m tangled deep within the thicket of my being.
I’m tangled deep within the thicket of my being.
Like a weaver, I weave the wool of worry and of fears,
Crouched always by a heap of wool that never disappears.
I’m tangled deep within the thicket of my being.
I’m tangled deep within the thicket of my being.
My thoughts have stewed my brain; my head is stone;
Like thorny oak caught fast in wool, I’m tangled to the bone.
I’m tangled deep within the thicket of my being.
I’m tangled deep within the thicket of my being.
You cast me down from heaven, and yet You still complain
That I could never rise above this dust and stain.
I’m tangled deep within the thicket of my being.
I’m tangled deep within the thicket of my being.
You send no rain, nor shade me from the scorching sun,
And so the lonely desert flower fades, its brief life done.
I’m tangled deep within the thicket of my being.
I’m tangled deep within the thicket of my being.
Written and translated by Zubair Torwali
Sung with the help of AI by the song writer: