Bajwa Duet

Every Russian gun and [Desi Katta: a country-made, indigenous handgun]

Clashed and roared together in a violent storm.

Even more than the women, [Jattwad: the ideology of Jatt pride and supremacy]

Has developed a restless addiction to being a [Velly: an outlaw/tough guy living on the edge].

Reckless feet are enough to finish the job,

Believing that "Old is Gold" when it comes to tradition.

Our business is strictly dealt with bullets,

As we go about shattering bones and spirits.

I’ve heard your influence reaches the Judges

And stretches all the way to the High Court.

Meetings are held in the Hyatt Hotel

Whenever you arrive in Chandigarh.

The SSP and SP [Senior Police officials] are always present,

Along with your promoters and inner circle.

Some men from the Kabaddi circles

And even trendy fashion bloggers follow your lead.

I heard at your motor-pump on the eighty-acre farm,

The men gathered there

Are all [Temper short: extremely quick-tempered/volatile].

Yes, they are all short-tempered.

Oh, they are all short-tempered.

We were sitting at the motor-pump when [Yaar: close brothers/friends] arrived.

Really?

They said, "Bring out the bottles."

And then?

Then what else was supposed to happen?

Yeah?

Evening fell and then...

She carries a heavy gaze in her [Moti: large/expressive] eyes,

Exuding a [Madak: stately pride/swagger] for her stylish hobbies.

You’ve even dyed a carefree hermit in your colors,

The effect of your colorful charm is total.

In the streets of your enemies,

You go about flaunting your [Thumke: rhythmic hip sways/dance moves].

In a fit of anger somewhere,

You ended up losing your [Jhumke: traditional bell-shaped earrings].

Don't end up getting kidnapped by mistake,

This [Jatt: a member of the land-owning agricultural community] has too many enemies.

I carry an alternate magazine [for my gun]

And my pockets are locked tight with secrets.

While I was busy protecting you,

My own works have been left neglected.

I know that secretly,

You keep making rounds behind me.

This [Jatt] will stand his ground until

The [Phere: the seven circumambulations of the wedding ceremony] are complete.

This [Jatt] will stand his ground until

The wedding vows are complete.

I gave him clarified butter and he says I twisted his ear!

Try to do good for someone here,

And they say, "I wonder if they want the worst for me."

Huh?

Whoever dared to cough (confront me) was hung out to dry,

You’ll end up increasing your enmities for no reason.

Whoever tries to cross in front of this [Jatt],

Will put their very life at risk.

I learned this from my grandfather:

Never follow blindly behind a woman.

Hakam [Self-reference to the lyricist], by putting your photo up,

Which moon do you think you're going to land on?

Those who claim to catch fish in a stream of urine

Are only fit for making jokes and mockery.

Even last year, you went and thrashed people

All the way in Moga.

The [Jatt] sits like a watchful hawk,

Why does your maidenly gaze tremble in fear?

O resident of Alkarda village,

Your deeds and antics aren't very good.

He wakes up in the morning and sets out,

Chasing his desires until late at night.

I will straighten out the village paths

Like a firm boundary-ridge between fields.

This [Jatt] will sacrifice his life

To fulfill your every heart's desire.

This [Jatt] will sacrifice his life

To fulfill your every heart's desire.

Go on, go... you'll fulfill my desires.

We'll see how you fulfill my desires.