Tera mera

Mujhko mera rabb de sai, tujhko tera Maula;

Je paave sat sheesh jhukaave, pher kis baat da raula

Mera Rabb mennu sab kucch denda, tera tennu barkat

Mera pyaala bharta dekh, tu kahe ko tarpat?

Mera Sai mujhmein hain, tera tu jaane kit thaur

Tera man bechain hain, to kahe badhe meri aur?

Main pyaasa is chhor noon, tu pyaasa us chhor

main pyaala tu ghat bhar, nadi na phir bhi tor

Tu barh charh hai sar chada, main bhi vaar chalaaoon

Ghar donon ke jal marein, bache na koi thaun

Na tera mar ke ho bhala, na mujh ko mar ke chain

Din beeeta hai bair main, aa chali hain ghori raaen

Chaar kadam tujh ko mile, aath kadam hum haare

Phoonk bachi kya raakh mein, jo ab bhi kahar ho daare

Translation follows… and here is a link to the first part of these verses: https://aanteladda.wordpress.com/2013/10/01/ek-kuchh-dohe/

Translation:

Mujhko mera rabb de sai, tujhko tera Maula; 

Je paave sat sheesh jhukaave, pher kis baat da raula

To me give my god, O protector, and to you – your redeemer

Whosoever receives bows their head (in truth), then why such noisy chaos(fight)?

Mera Rabb mennu sab kucch denda, tera tennu barkat

Mera pyaala bharta dekh, tu kahe ko tarpat?

My god gives me everything, yours gives you plenty

When you see my cup filling up with plenty, why does it trouble you?

Mera Sai mujhmein hai, tera tu jaane kit thaur

Tera man bechain hain, to kahe badhe hai meri aur?

 

My protector lives within me, Im sure you know more about yours

If your mind is not at peace, why do you advance menacingly towards me? 

Main pyaasa is chhor hoon, tu pyaasa us chhor

Main pyaala tu ghat bhare, nadi na phir bhi tor

I am thirsty on this bank, you thirsty on the other bank

Just because I fill my cup this side, and you fill your (bigger) pot; It does not make the river yours

Tu barh charh hai sar-chada, main bhi vaar chalaaoon

Ghar donon ke jal marein, bache na koi thaun

You overstepped and have imposed, I too have attacked

Both our houses have been burnt, and now no home remains

Na tera mar ke ho bhala, na mujh ko mar ke chain

Din beeeta hai bair main, aa chali hai ghori raaen

 

Dying will do you no good, nor will dying/killing give me peace

The day has passed in enmity, now comes the dark night

Chaar kadam tujh ko mile, aath kadam hum haare

Phoonk bachi kya raakh mein, jo ab bhi kahar ho daare

 

You got four steps, we lost eight 

What wind remains in this ash that you continue to bring the apocalypse?

(And again, a link to the first part of these verses: https://aanteladda.wordpress.com/2013/10/01/ek-kuchh-dohe/ )