When it comes to separations and pains
I have countless soiled within
But still, in the form of tears in my eyes,
You come,
Punjaab…

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Sat Sri Akaal
We are the people, the people of Punjaab
This is our voice
Muffled and ignored
Confused and brushed aside
Wait, do we even have a voice
anymore?

We think we are free
but here I will
describe our
story

They milk us people of Punjaab
like we milk our cows, everyday
They churn us in boiling pots,
like we churn butter, everyday
They hit us and strike us with sticks
like we hit clothing, to remove dirt, everyday
And they squeeze the blood, of us people of Punjaab,
like we squeeze lemons, pick berries, the purest juice dripping, everyday
They grind us, slowly,
like our grain is grinded, every vaisaakh
every vaisaakh
every morning
every night

As pure as a rose
Our naive people
Are being brainwashed and manipulated
Tattered
Ripped apart
Our heritage destroyed
Assault, Assault! Rape! We call on You
To help us
This is our plea
This is our Anthem
We are
the people
of
Punjab –

Wake up, souls of Chamkaur and Sirhind
Wake up, Shaheeds of Chandini Chowk
Wake up, alleys of Amritsar
Wake up, Malwa, Doaba, Maja
Wake up, souls of Nankana Sahib
Wake up, beautiful souls of Sri Keshgarh Sahib
Do you remember.. The day.. When He asked, for our heads
Wake up… Wake up… He is asking, again
Wake up, souls of Harmandar Sahib’s sarovar
Wake up, spirits of Punjab, residing in the lakes
fields, fertile lands, waters, buildings, trees, grass
kheth, khoo, rivers, nadhis, galees,
Wake up, villiages, wake up, cities…
Wake up, power.. Wake up, puratan souls.. Wake up
Wake up, soormay, sarbloh,
Wake up, streaming blue attire, clashing iron, beautiful saffron sunsets
Singhs huge and mighty, Singhs small, fast, and fierce
Wake up, Peaceful, resounding melody and currents of the Divine Name, pure and beautiful Raag Kirtan
Wake up, Divine instruments, streaming drips of Nectar-laced Praises with exalted voices, enlightened souls
vibrating, screaming, resounding, repeating, melodizing, “Waheguru, Waheguru, Waheguru”

Wake up, strength, beauty, valour
Wake up, fearlessness, virtue, principles, morality
Wake up, soormay! Wake up, powerful men and women! Wake up, oh brave souls that once shook this Earth.
Wake up, you will be needed, to shake it again… To bring righteousness, once again…
Wake up, come back, we are awaiting your return, your arrival, Oh Noble Knights of God, Oh Freedom Fighters of the Purest Cause…
If you do not stand up, tell us, who else will…
Oh Pure warriors, so blessed and exalted by the Lord Himself, oh Divine Reflections of Guru Nanak’s Light,
Oh Rapturing, purified, Sovereign Mothers,
Oh fearless, brave, powerful and Pristine Children
Oh Singhs, Warriors, Lions and Lionesses, Mothers, Daughters, Fighters, Sons and Fathers, Warriors, Saints, Scholars, Writers
Servants, Land-owners, Farmers and Business-people, Sages, Intellectuals, Oh Radiating, Guiding Lights, Oh Hope of the Future…
We are hoping you are ready to come back home
We are hoping you are preparing to realize your True Selves,
We are hoping you can see, only in your shelter can we find Safety and acceptance of the Lord’s Divine Will…

Wake up, chastity, honour, wake up and take what belongs to you…
Wake up, and don’t let anyone else take it!
Wake up, and stop letting him walk on you… Who dare soil the honour of a Warrior Panth?
Wake up, purity, sweetness, innocence
Wake up, justice, embellishment, flourishment for all
Wake up, acceptance of His Will, strong Faith, unparalleled fearlessness
Wake up, Oh Living Dead
Wake up, Oh Eyes that smile in the face of death
Wake up, muscle, valour, sweat, pure power, death, spirits, angels, and demi-gods
Wake up, reality
Wake up, beauty
Wake up, freedom

Wake up, Raaj, Inkalaab, Insaaf

Wake up, Singho
Just
Wake up…

Wake up, Singho -
It’s time,
to Wake up…
Jaago
Aiah

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When it comes to separations and pains
I have countless soiled within
But still, in the form of tears in my eyes,
You come,
Punjaab…

Submitted by: Amar Kaur