HEE SIR-U SHYAM MATHAAN SADKO Hee Sir-u Shyam Mathaan Sadko Lok-a Chavan Aahiyaan Bhoree Bhoree Keen-a Chhadeendaa Hee-a Chhoree Chhoree Aahey Lutif-a Tuhinjey Jee Loree Loree Roee Rangeendiyas, Rat-a Sein Cholee Tuhinjey Dar-a Jee Aahiyaan Golee Golee Toh Bin Kaa Na Bee Kaa Bolee Hee Sir-u Shyam Mathaan Sadko Aasmaan Mein Chimkan Pyaa Taaraa Taaraa Pyaa Chimkan Kakar Kaaraa Tin Khay Raat Deyhee Nihaaraa Hee Sir-u Shyam Mathaan Sadko Nind-a Na Neran Mein Aahey Rooh-aro Jaagee Tokhay Dhiyaa-ay Kee-an Achee Tokhay Paaye Paaye Hee Sir-u Shyam Mathaan Sadko Hathraa Nuri Atham Aa Khaalee Main Miskeen, Toon Jag Vaalee Kar Nuri Dil Hee-a Muhinjee Pyaalee Hee Sir-u Shyam Mathaan Sadko   ☼

MY LIFE, AN OFFERING UNTO SHYAM! Artless and naive, people call me: But for His grace only, Do I yearn: Surely He will not abandon, Poor and helpless me: And unto Shyam, let my life an offering be! As my tears of blood flow, Dyed red, will my bodice be: A mere slave am I, at Thy door: Apart from Thy Name, No word do I know And unto Shyam, let my life an offering be! In the sky above, The stars shine bright And the black clouds are aglow, With flashes of light: At them I gaze, throughout the night And unto Shyam, let my life an offering be! I cannot sleep, And slumber has fled from my eyes: I remain awake, As my soul yearns for Thee: How shall I reach Thee? That is my constant plea: And unto Shyam, let my life an offering be! Empty and outstretched, Are my hands, says Nuri Master of the Universe art Thou, And a humble destitute am I Let my heart, says Nuri, my begging bowl be: And unto Shyam, let my life an offering be! ☼