sun totia manmotia ve
tu us gali te na ja
uthe rehnde ne jat bhairhe
o lainde fahia pa
uthon utth gya din chana uthey
aai heneri rainh
uthe sabhna paye gatreuthey
sabnha veechee bhain

sun totia manmotia mainoo
vaj na pichon mar
ni main chalia apne thaa
nera athna malia varian
mainoo dita des nikal
bin dana pani jee lavan
vin ankha main jee na sakan
ni main jana othey
main jana othey

tothe khendi zakhmi tot nu
kyon na mario meri baat
kyon tu udd aaya vich variaan
kyon tu aya hon halaak
tota khenda mera bachrha
ni tu rakhin us nu sambhai
ni tu dassin us jo beetia
aape lau o mera hisaab
toti khendi pehlan khasam gaya
hun putt vi vi devan la
ithey mavan de naseeb ch
ai ki likhia tu ve rabba
bhai javan ethon chali jaavan ethon
udd javan etho kithey javan etho

Listen, my parrot, my pearl,
Do not tread that street,
Where the Jat bloodhounds dwell,
And seize souls in deceit.
The sun rose from that place,
Then the deer-night came,
Where all found despair,
And all were the same.

Listen, my parrot, my pearl,
Do not strike me from behind,
I have been deceived by my own,
By the dark gardener, the enemy kind.
He exiled me from my land,
Without grain, I cannot live,
Without eyes, I cannot see,
I must go there,
I must go there.

The parrot asks the wounded bird,
Why did you not heed my word?
Why did you fly into the storm,
Why did you now meet your end?
The parrot says, my young one,
Keep him safe with care,
Tell him what has befallen,
He will settle my affair.
The parrot says, my husband is gone,
Now they take my son too,
What is written in the fate
Of mothers, O Lord, what did you do?
Sister, I have to leave here,
I must fly away from here, where do I go from here?