Dil Loche Maahi Yaar Nu

Dil Loche Maahi Yaar Nu

I long for my beloved.

One speaks, laughing in delight,

Another weeps, sobs, dies.

Tell the beautiful, blossoming springtime,

I long for my beloved.

My ablutions have gone to waste,

His heart is hard.

Might as well burn my jewels and adornments!

I long for my beloved.

I have driven messengers crazy,

Encased myself in sorrow.

Come home, dear one, let me see you.

I long for my beloved.

Says Bulla, when my lord comes home.

I will clasp him, my Ranjha, in a tight embrace!

All sorrows flown across the ocean.

I long for my beloved.