Jind (From "Bambukat" Soundtrack)

In your name, every single day to the pigeons,

I offer crumbled morsels of grain.

If the postman were to bring news of your arrival,

I would gift him the golden rings [Murkiyan: traditional small hoop earrings worn by men or women] from my ears.

Since the day you departed, I haven't braided my hair,

I haven't braided them, no, I haven't braided my hair.

Neither have I worn my [Bindi: decorative mark on the forehead] nor my scarlet lip-color.

Neither have I worn my [Bindi: decorative mark on the forehead] nor my scarlet lip-color.

Neither have I worn my [Bindi: decorative mark on the forehead] nor my scarlet lip-color.

Jewels and clothes remain draped upon my flesh,

But the soul fears departing from a body left so desolate and bare.

My eyes still cling to the flicker of hope,

Come back quickly, for my life is slipping through my fingers.

Without you, no one has listened to my inner plea,

Listened to my plea, no, none heard my plea.

Now I have begun my final walk toward the arms of death.

Now I have begun my final walk toward the arms of death.

Now I have begun my final walk toward the arms of death.

The string stretched too tight is bound to snap in the end,

And then the [Sarangi: a traditional short-necked string instrument used in folk and classical music] will play no more.

I will have to rise and depart from the gatherings of life,

My companions and [Yaar: close friends/brothers; carries significant cultural weight regarding loyalty] will not be able to hold me back.

The brave do not dwell in fragile mud-shacks forever,

They won't stay, oh no, they won't stay.

They must leap over the fortresses with majestic heights.

They must leap over the fortresses with majestic heights.

They must leap over the fortresses with majestic heights.