Maa Baap

Seeing me toil away like this, grinding and dying in these shifts

Seeing me toil away like this, grinding and dying in these shifts

Seeing me toil away like this, grinding and dying through these shifts

Earning a living day and night

Earning a living through the nights

If my parents ever caught a glimpse of this

If my father saw me, he’d be proud; if my mother saw me, she would weep

If my father saw me, he’d be proud; if my mother saw me, she would weep

It feels like only yesterday

When the sun would climb high into the sky

My mother would say, "Son, wake up now"

But I would just tuck my [Julli: thick handmade quilt/blanket] tighter

By then, after making his rounds in the fields

My father would return home as well

I was forced to spring up at once

When he would wake me with a stern scolding

Now I wake and start running even in the dead of night

Even in the dead of night, I rush to work

Whether it's the blistering heat of [Haadh: the hottest month of the Punjabi calendar, June-July] or the freezing chill of [Poh: the peak winter month, Dec-Jan]

If my father saw me, he’d be proud; if my mother saw me, she would weep

If my father saw me, he’d be proud; if my mother saw me, she would weep

They stand by me through every hardship

By God's grace, I've found such good [Yaar: close friends/brothers; carries significant cultural weight regarding loyalty]

A sense of brotherhood has been built here

I’ve met families who are so welcoming

On many weekends, I see

Happiness and festivals celebrated together

Everyone greets me with a smile here

Satta receives a lot of respect [Satta: a self-reference to the song's lyricist, Satta Vairowalia]

But to this crazy heart of a [Pardesi: a foreigner/immigrant living in a distant land]

To this crazy heart of an immigrant

The longing for village Vairowal still strikes like a pang

If my father saw me, he’d be proud; if my mother saw me, she would weep

If my father saw me, he’d be proud; if my mother saw me, she would weep