Challa

The twittering of nightingales
of seven colors..
my feet burn in the sun,
even though I carry the shadow..

Now he sees moon in the black clouds
and listens to the voices of mute winds..
O friends, my lover lives somewhere close by,
I can't see her, but I smell her fragrance..
O mad one what you look for..


A union never happened,
and nor was there ever a separation..
for the prisoner of love,
there never came freedom..

lokon supne vich milne da vaada usda
saari saari raat na aankh lagdi
mere saa vi thode thode katti honde
meri nabaz vi thodi katti vajdi..
challa ki labhda phire..
logaan to puchhda phire..

she promised me to meet in the dream,
and I couldn't sleep entire nights..
my breath also has become a little hard,
and my pulse has also slowed a bit..
what does the mad one keep looking for..
he keeps asking people..