DES CHHADEY PARDES TOON AAYEIN Des Chhadey Pardes Toon Aayein, Na Mottarn Mein Kayai Der Jogee-a Vaarey Ves-a Mein Chao Dadal Aaheen Toon Ker Kadahein Chapan Tey Murli Chaarhey, Dilyun Tey Jaadoo Lagaayeen Mira Bhoomi-a Jey Kund Kurach Mein Muhib-a Mela Mauj Machaayeen Jogee-a Vaarey Ves-a Mein Chao Dadal Aaheen Toon Ker Kadahein Ta Krista Hu-ba-hu Hik Hik Khay Deen Pyaar Suran Jey Soolee-a Taan Deen Savan Khay Meher Nihaar Jogee-a Vaarey Ves-a Mein Chao Dadal Aaheen Toon Ker Kadahein Buddha Banjee Hazaaran Khay Deen Dayaa Jo Paigaam Baahiyoon Visaayo Jyot Jagaayo Ai Loko Paayo Vishraam Jogee-a Vaarey Ves-a Mein Chao Dadal Aaheen Toon Ker Kadahein Modi Banjee Meher Mein Pyo Chaanvar Karnk-a Virhaayeen Naam Khumaree-a Nanak Shaah Pyo Paarn-a Khay Ta Likaayeen Jogee-a Vaarey Ves-a Mein Chao Dadal Aaheen Toon Ker Kadahein Disaan Pyo Toh Mein Mushkey Francis Sant Fakeer Ik-a Ik-a Jey Andar Uthaareen Ajeeban Laaye Ukeer Jogee-a Vaarey Ves-a Mein Chao Dadal Aaheen Toon Ker Kadahein Mira Barnjee Masti-a Mein Kholeen Sikk-a Sitaaree Vahaaeen Neer Neran Maan Kahaan Gayo Girdhaari Jogee-a Vaarey Ves-a Mein Chao Dadal Aaheen Toon Ker Lokan Ke Hit Kaarney Achee Hit Barney Fakeer Aaheen Asul-a Mein Ker Toon Pyaaraa Chao Anjali-a Jaa Ameer Jogee-a Vaarey Ves-a Mein Chao Dadal Aaheen Toon Ker ☼

WHO ARE YOU O DADAL? Leaving your heavenly abode, Forthwith to this alien land you have come: In the garb of an ascetic you are But tell me O Dadal, who are you? Sometimes with the flute on your lips, Your magic around our hearts you weave: And every corner of the Mira Campus, Rejoices in the festival of Divine Love! Sometimes as Christ incarnate, On everyone you bestow your boundless love And from the Cross of your suffering, To hundreds you grant your glance of grace! Sometimes as the Lord Buddha himself, To thousands you say as your message of mercy "Extinguish the flames, kindle the light, And thus, O mankind, tranquil be!" Sometimes a grocer you become, And with grace you give away wheat and rice: Verily divinely intoxicated Nanak Shah you are, Though you hide yourself from all! Sometimes I see in you, The smiling visage of St. Francis: And in each and every one, You raise yearning for the Infinite One! Sometimes even as hundreds follow you, As Nimai you chant the Lord's name: And on every street and corner, You search for Him, who verily you yourself are! Sometimes you become the ecstatic Mira, And on your guitar of love, you sing "Where is my Girdhari gone?" While tears stream from your eyes! For the salvation of the people, A faqir you have become here: But O Anjali's Beloved Prince, Who in reality are you? ☼