MAIN WARI
Harbhajan Mann Lyrics

Me wari me wari meri samiye, me wari me wari meri samiye, Sami meri war, me wari me wari meri samiye
I am lost in my own world, lost in my own thoughts, and my own company. I am searching for my soul mate, someone who can be the one I can rely on It's just me in this war of life, fighting for myself, and my own survival.

Ladre jande uuth ni sammiye, Uuthan de gall talliyan ni samiye, Sami meri war, me wari me wari meri samiye
The sun is up and I am still lost in my thoughts, not ready to leave my bed. I am lost in the maze of my own mind, with no direction or guidance. It's just me in this war of life, fighting for myself, and my own survival.

Kothe ute kothra ni samiye, Kothe pake tandoor meri samiye, Gin gin lavan poor ni samiye, kahavan vala door ni samiye Sami meri war, me wari me wari meri samiye
I am not interested in the luxurious life of the city, living in a mansion with a built-in oven. I do not want to count my money or boast about my wealth. It's just me in this war of life, fighting for myself, and my own survival.

Uchia lammiya tahliyan oh belliya, vich ve vage dariya Oh belliya vich ve vage dariya, me dariya di mashli oh haniya Bagla ban ke chaa, tu menu bagla ban ke chaa
Tall palm trees swaying in the breeze, with the river flowing in their midst. The fishes swim in the river with me, just like my companions, in the tranquil beauty of nature. Come, let's make tea with the herbs nearby, and enjoy the simplicity of life.

Es pind deyo pencho ve sarpencho lambardaro Vei mel aya Chand seyo de, zara hat ke para di lang jayo Vei vaddi mami jaildarni, kite mami de na hath lag jayo Vei vaddi mami jaildarni
Welcome to my village, where the snakes slither, and the farmers plow the fields. The moon shines bright in the sky; beware of the fallen coconuts! Beware of the strong, powerful aunt who is a jailer; do not mess with her. Beware of the strong, powerful aunt who is a jailer.

Bole ni bhambeeha bole, shava ni bhambeeha bole, Sikhar dupehre andar, tera patandar, ni bhambeeha bole Shava ni bhambeeha bole, Bole ni bhambeeha bole, shava ni bhambeeha bole
The drum beats loudly, the dancers move gracefully, Your beloved wears a turban in the afternoon, while the drum beats loudly. The dancers move gracefully with the beat of the drum, The drum beats loudly, the dancers move gracefully.

Asa tan mahiya dar de sahmne ucha chuwara pauna, Vakhre ho ke marzi karni apna hukam chalouna Vei rakhna tan teri marzi, peke ja ke marhak naal auna Vei rakhna tan teri marzi
I want to impress you, my love, and climb the high tower in front of you. I will do everything according to my wishes, and follow my own path. I will follow your wishes, even if it means going through thick and thin. I will follow your wishes.

Tere jehe nu ve me tich na jandi, tera mera banda na mech mundyea, Tenu moge di mandi te avan vech mundyea
I can't be like you, nor can my friend. I will bring you a basket of mangoes. And I will buy a bracelet for you from the jewelry store.

Gidhe vich jad me nacha sooraj vi matha tekda Ludhiane jatti nache, patyala khar khar vekhda Ghidha paya mel nachaya, ho geyi jan di teyari Hakan ghar vajjiyan, shad mitra fulkari, haka gharn vajjiyan
When I dance in the circle of life, the sun bows down in respect. The women from Ludhiana dance, while the men from Patalia watch. We dance and celebrate, and the preparations for the marriage ceremony begin. The drums beat inside the house, while the friends make flower garlands outside.

Munda jat da. dhamka penda patt da Thar thar maout kambi. hikan chauria Chaurhiya, hathan vich khunde Sheran vangu pab chakde.paunde bhangre Bhangre, te bakre bulonde Ho put sardaran de balliye... balliye Ni utte le la khata doriya ni melle challiye
The boy is from Punjab, and he walks with a swagger. His death is as cold as ice, with a shake of his leg and a hoarse laugh. He swings his sharp scimitar sword in his hand, Dances like a lion, and drinks bhang and dances with the goats. Come on, sons of the Sardars, let's go out and have some fun. Let's put on our turbans, and go to the fair with ropes and toys.

Jithe vajdi vadal vangu gajdi Kali dang mere yaar si Kharke... kharke Tareekan bhugtange ni jatt larhke
The wild winds blow and the black cow was my friend. Clash, clash. The dates will expire, and the Punjabi will fight.