Sadhachidiyan
da chamba,
Vebabla ve sadhachidiyan
da chamba,
Vebabla
asa ud jana,
asa ud jana
sadhachidiyan da chamba,
Vebabla
asa ud jana,
asa ud jana
sadhachidiyan da chamba.
Your letter is in my hand.
It feels as if you are holding my hand.
Don't leave it.
It has been raining here for two days.
And I am sitting at home.
My mother used to scold me.
I used to enjoy it more.
Allah sahib,
send more rain.
Do you remember, Abba ji,
it was raining heavily one day.
You had to drop me to school.
The air in your cycle tire had leaked out.
I had removed it.
I didn't go to school.
My mother used to fight with me and
take me home.
And I used to come crying and hug you.
Baba ji,
no one fights with me here.
It is very quiet.
I was your beloved.
Then why did you send me so far?
How is Amma?
Who feeds the goats?
I want to write a lot, Baba ji, but I can't.
I miss you all a lot.
I love you.
Baba ji, are
you upset?
If you are not,
then why don't you write to your beloved?
I have a lot to tell you.
I told Amma to stop looking for her green sheet.
I kept it in my box.
When I miss Amma,
I smell the sheet.
And it feels as if I am in Amma's arms.
I brought
your broken mirror with me.
I try to fix the mirror all day.
And you are sitting in front of me.
Baba ji, these things make my day.
Baba ji, I had a dream last night.
You,
Amma,
and your brother were sitting in the courtyard.
You looked very happy.
But I was sad.
I couldn't see my swing on the mango tree.
Why did you do this?
I
still sit on the swing and eat raw mangoes.
You didn't do right, Baba ji.
Your greed.
Hmm.
I'm
I'm
I'm
I'm
I'm
Ja
you