Mithr piaarae noo
(n) haal mureedhaa dhaa kehinaa ?
Thudhh bin rog rajaaeeaa dhaa oudtan naag nivaasaa dhae hehinaa ?
Sool suraahee kha
(n)jar piaalaa bi
(n)g kasaaeeaaa
(n) dhaa sehinaa ?
Yaararrae dhaa saanoo
(n) saathhar cha
(n)gaa bhat
(h) khaerriaa dhaa rehinaa ?
Tell the beloved friend
(the Lord) the plight of his disciples.
Without You, rich blankets are a disease and the comfort of the house is like living with snakes.
Our water pitchers are like stakes of torture and our cups have edges like daggers.
Writer(s): Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Farrukh Ali Khan
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