Chandigarh Boli Paendi

Hindustan and Pakistan

Hindustan, oh, and Pakistan

If they were to unite, they could lead the entire world forward

When the [Boli: a rhythmic folk couplet/lyric] is sung in Chandigarh, the whole world will dance in a frenzy

When the [Boli: a rhythmic folk couplet/lyric] is sung in Chandigarh, the whole world will dance in a frenzy

When the [Boli: a rhythmic folk couplet/lyric] is sung in Chandigarh, the whole world will dance in a frenzy

When the [Boli: a rhythmic folk couplet/lyric] is sung in Chandigarh, the whole world will dance in a frenzy

Whirling in [Kikkli: a traditional folk dance performed by girls spinning in pairs], I would go to Amritsar

To see the towering minarets of Lahore, I would go

Whirling in [Kikkli: a traditional folk dance performed by girls spinning in pairs], I would go to Jalandhar

At the shrine of Baba Bulleh Shah [Sufiyana: meditative, mystical poet], I would sing

Neither is there that clay pot, nor that Sohni [Reference to the tragic legend of Sohni-Mahiwal]

Neither is there that clay pot, nor that Sohni

For whom I would sacrifice and offer my entire being

In Chandigarh, Chandigarh, Chandigarh, the [Boli: rhythmic lyric] is sung, the whole world will dance in a frenzy

When the [Boli: a rhythmic folk couplet/lyric] is sung in Chandigarh, the whole world will dance in a frenzy

When the [Boli: a rhythmic folk couplet/lyric] is sung in Chandigarh, the whole world will dance in a frenzy

When the [Boli: a rhythmic folk couplet/lyric] is sung in Chandigarh, the whole world will dance in a frenzy

When you become the Heer [Legendary heroine] written by Waris Shah

I will become your Mirza [Legendary hero] and take you away in marriage

I would build a humble hut for my Sahiba [Legendary heroine]

In Anarkali Bazaar, I would arrive as Prince Saleem

Beneath that [Jand: a native Prosopis cineraria tree] where Mirza was slain

Beneath that [Jand: a native Prosopis cineraria tree] where Mirza was slain

My heart desires to gild the entire world in gold

In Chandigarh, Chandigarh, Chandigarh, the [Boli: rhythmic lyric] is sung, the whole world will dance in a frenzy

When the [Boli: a rhythmic folk couplet/lyric] is sung in Chandigarh, the whole world will dance in a frenzy

When the [Boli: a rhythmic folk couplet/lyric] is sung in Chandigarh, the whole world will dance in a frenzy

When the [Boli: a rhythmic folk couplet/lyric] is sung in Chandigarh, the whole world will dance in a frenzy

In Kasur and Gujranwala, there are narrow twelve-yard streets

Where Manto sat and wrote his profound stories

From Rishikesh, I would travel to Chandigarh

To Nankana Sahib, I would come barefoot to bow in reverence

Islamabad and Karachi

Islamabad and Karachi

Even today, they feel as beloved as my own Punjab

In Chandigarh, Chandigarh, Chandigarh, the [Boli: rhythmic lyric] is sung, the whole world will dance in a frenzy

When the [Boli: a rhythmic folk couplet/lyric] is sung in Chandigarh, the whole world will dance in a frenzy

When the [Boli: a rhythmic folk couplet/lyric] is sung in Chandigarh, the whole world will dance in a frenzy

When the [Boli: a rhythmic folk couplet/lyric] is sung in Chandigarh, the whole world will dance in a frenzy