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ਸਮੇਂ ਦੇ ਹੇਰ ਨੇ 
ਬੜੇ ਮੂੰਹ ਫੇਰ ਨੇ 
ਮਨ ਹਰਜਾਈ ਨੇ 
ਜਿੰਦ ਬੰਨ੍ਹੇ ਲਾਈ ਏ 

ਕੀ ਆਖਾਂ ਤੈਨੂੰ ਮੈਂ 
ਬੋਲ ਮੁੱਕੇ ਪਏ ਨੇ 
ਦਿਸਦਾ ਵੀ ਕੁਝ ਨਹੀਂ 
ਹਨੇਰੇ ਦੀ ਪਰਛਾਈ ਏ 

ਹੱਡਾਂ ਦਾ ਖੂਨ ਏ 
ਪਸੀਨੇ ਦੀ ਕਮਾਈ ਏ 
ਰੂਹ ਬਾਲ ਬਾਲ ਕੇ 
ਸੂਰਜ ਅੱਗ ਲਾਈ ਏ 




Found an old poem, written back in probably 2011 or 2012. Did some editing, and here we are burning the sun away.

I just did a google translation of this for fun, and it was hilarious.

Made me want to translate it myself. So here we go.

Setting the Sun on Fire

The Whirls of Time,
Are very fractious,
The Tempestuous heart,
Has Life tied to the Edge.

What do I say to you?
There are no words left,
Can't even see anything,
Under the Shadow of Darkness.

Blood of my bones, and
Sweat has earned me This,
By Lighting my Soul over and over,
I have set the Sun on Fire.

A little more literal translation, can't decide which one I like more out of both translations. Maybe I only like the original:


Burning the Sun Away

Afoot, The Whirls of time,
Turn Away, Fickle, Very.
Tempestuous, This Heart,
Fixated, My Life.

Say, To You, What Do I?
Ran Out, My Words.
Can See, Nothing.
Shadowed, By Darkness.

Bloodied, These Bones
Earned, From This Sweat
Ignited, With My Soul,
Set On Fire, The Sun.