Keval eko parmatma halley jaagda hai
Sadey kolon sirf prem-pyaar mangda hai
Asi yaara nu rab banaaee firday
Bhaavai yaar dil toren to khakkh darday

Yaar bhaavai russ ke sanu siraap denda
Fer vi sareya naalon vadh ohnu pyaar daee daa
Sohni vich dariya dub muee, gharrey nu minta karke
Par assi ki lehna ehna galla ‘cho, jhootay yaar da palla farke

Yaara di jhooti yaari odho nazar aundi
Jado keval Rab naal yaari reh jandee
Yaara di jhooti yaari odho nazar aundi
Jado keval Rab naal yaari reh jandee

Is anyone there in this quiet anxiety?
Is anyone there in this dark night?
Who will turn my pains into happiness?
Who will put together my broken dreams?

Only the one God is still awake
And all He asks of us is honest love
We (foolishly) make our friend(s) into God
Even if our dear friend has no fear of breaking hearts

Our dear friend may in anger even give us a curse,
But still, we would give him more love than any other
Sohni died drowning in the water, making requests to the pot [that she attempted to float on],
But what do I need from such talk, why hold on to the hem of a fake Friend?

The false love of our “dear friend” is only seen,
When our only remaining friendship is with God Himself.
The false love of our “dear friend” is only seen,
When our only remaining friendship is with God Himself.

Submitted by: Akaali Kaur

Ouh dharthi, ouh asmaan,
Ouh kurbaani, ouh furmaan,
Ouh pavitar bhoomee
Ouh shaheed hoeeiya rooaa
Tenu bulondeea neh,
Tenu bulondeea neh.

Ouh khooh, ouh kheth
Ouh haasaa, ouh khed
Ouh mittar ouh yaar, ouh prem ouh pyaar
Ouh avaaj, ouh sartaaj
Ouh raunak, ouh naad
Ouh khoon, ouh suaad
Ouh yaad…

Tenu bulondeeya neh
yaada
Punjab diya
Tenu bulondeeya neh
yaada
Punjab diya
Tenu bulondeeya neh,
yaada.

Dheeya(n) asi Dasmesh diya!
Bhago diya Bhainaa!
Sheraa(n) vangu garjanaa!
Nahi darke rehna!
Pashutana paijoo jalmaa,
Nahi Panga Lainaa!

Mai sheehnee Panj Dhariaa dee,
Mainoo kalee n janee,
Mai chung chung dokey booreeaa dhey, charee javanee
Mai chandi Gobind Singh di, vairee dal khanee
Mai nagan dangaa jisnoo, nahee mangdha panee!

On March 2 the Punjab Human Rights held a conference on the release of a report on female infanticide and foeticide in Punjab. A young girl of eighth class at the Ludhiana Sacred Heart School recited a thought-provoking poem titled “Larki Hona Paap Nahin Hai” befitting the occasion. The poem said:

“Khandaan ki izzat larki,
Khandan ki raunak larki,
Par jab larki paida hoti
Kyon maatam-sa chha jata hai?
Kyon mukhra kumlha jata hai?
Ab to yug bhi badal gaya hai,
Badal gai yug ki paribhasha,
Ab to larki kul ka hai deepak,
Ab to larki desh ki aasha.
Ab vah sab kuchh ban sakti hai,
doctor, barrister, minister,
Phir kyon uskey paida hotay,
Khaandaan ghabra jata hai?”

Main Patne nu javanggi,
Ih jivan bhet charahvangi,
Mai Bhago ne jo kita si,
Main uhio kar dikhlavangi,
Main Guru Gobind Singh Ji di bachi haan,
Vairi nu channe chavangi,
Main umro bhavein chhoti haan,
Par Sikhi Sidak Nibhavangi

Mai dashmesh pita di singhnee haan, mei kitaa Amrit paan
Soormiya tou mai ghat nahi haan, meri kar lou tussi pehchaan
Pyaar Guraan da merey androu nikley, jo menu kar dinda hie balwaan
Sees dei kei vi mie kamzoor ni paina, rakhangi sikhi nu sambhaal
Soch samjh kei menu lalkari mughla, menu kehnda “Kaur” sara jhaan.
Khandey batey da Amrit pee kei, mai hoyi khalsey vich parwaan
Gurran de dasey rastey chall ke, mai ban gayi changi insaan.
Khandey batey di bakshish dei kei, menu kar ditta mhaan.