ve saai tere charkhe ne aaj
katliya karta nu vali nu
ve saai tere charkhe ne aaj
katliya karta nu vali nu
har ek mulla pacche paya
na koi gaya tey na koi aaya
haye allah ajj ki baniya
is chhope karta n vale nu
ve saai tere charkhe ne aaj
katliya karta nu vali nu
taak kise na khole bhide
nishal paye raangle pide
taak kise na khole bhide
nishal paye raangle pide
vekh hateran bawara hoya
love da aatan vali nu
ve saai tere charkhe ne aaj
katliya karta nu vali nu
kisi ne diti kisi ne mangi
dujje kannu wo aawaz na rangi
kissi ne deti kissi ne mangi
dujje kannu wo aawaz na rangi
ambar hans ke vekhan lga
is tare chhatan vali nu
ve saai tere charkhe ne aaj
katliya karta nu vali nu
ve saai tere charkhe ne aaj
katliya karta nu vali nu

rang de dupatta mera
rutte neela laarne
aaj main lukai tu sare rang varne
rang de dupatta mera
rutte neela laarne
aaj main lukai tu sare rang varne
saat rang mein love liyande
aathva rang love na aayi
aathva rang mohabbat vala
desh pyar da lok pyar da
sabdo rang pakera
saat rang mein mool vi ajawa
aathva rang khudai
eitrahe na sakh konda
rangi jaye lukai
jikkan jade savera
saat rang pani vich ghulde
aathva rang dil vich ghulda
saat rang pani vich ghulde
aathva rang dil vich ghulda
rang ilaahi chadhda ishq da
pek ilaahi khulda
rangya jaye andhera
saat raang vich veish rangava
aathve rang vich sufna
saat raang vich veish rangava
aathve rang vich sufna
aman chain dharti da sufna
sufna mera apna
tey aeho sufna tera
rang de dupatta mera rutte
neela laarne
aaj main lukai tu sare rang varne

ek supne varga rang
te rang gulal da
ek kachha shuaa rang
solahve saal da
ek pakka shuaa rang
ki rang khayal da
ek supne varga rang
te rang gulal da
mandiyan chitiyan taliya ranga
tan da chitta joda
mandiyan chitiyan taliya ranga
tan da chitta joda
is dharti da aangan ranga
ek sajagda veda
ye do rutan daa mel
hun nayal shiyal da
ye do rutan daa mel
hun nayal shiyal da
ek supne varga rang
ki rang gulal da
ek kachha shuaa rang
solahve saal da
ek pakka shuaa rang
ki rang khayal da

aaj di pahli kiran kanwari
sagan mana ke uthi
aaj di pehli kiran kanwari
sagan nana ke uthi
ambar ganga de vich ghola
is rang di mutthi
ki rang mile na kindro
is de naal da
ek supna varga rang
ki rang gulal da
is rang de vich ghol diyange
apne man diya galla
is rang de vich ghol diyange
apne man diya galla
kuch kahiya tey kuch an kahiyaan
man sagar diya challa
ae manda tu mera veran muhaal da
ek supne varga rang
te rang gulal da
ek kachha shuaa rang
solahve saal da
ek pakka shuaa rang
ki rang khayal da

The Spinner of your loom, O Beloved, slaughters today,
The weaver's form.
No mullah found the path, none came, none went away.
Alas, what has become of the hidden, the weaver's form?
The Spinner of your loom, O Beloved, slaughters today,
The weaver's form.

No eye dares open, the closed doors, the painted forms remain.
Behold, the mad potter, consumed by love, the weaver's grief.
The Spinner of your loom, O Beloved, slaughters today,
The weaver's form.

Some give, some ask, no second voice responds.
Some give, some ask, no second voice responds.
The heavens laugh to watch the stars depart.
The Spinner of your loom, O Beloved, slaughters today,
The weaver's form.

Color my shawl, in the blue of yearning.
Today I hide, you'll spill all hues.
Color my shawl, in the blue of yearning.
Today I hide, you'll spill all hues.
Seven colors I hold, the eighth I seek.
The eighth, the color of love.
The love of the land, the love of the world, the deepest dye.
Seven colors I know, the eighth, the Divine.
Thus, the branch is dyed, hidden from view.
As dawn breaks, seven colors dissolve in water.
The eighth dissolves in the heart.
Seven colors dissolve in water.
The eighth dissolves in the heart, the Divine hue arises.
The color of love, the veil of the Divine opens.
The darkness is dyed.
In seven colors I'm clothed, in the eighth, a dream.
Peace on earth, a dream, a dream of my own.
And this dream of yours. Color my shawl, in the blue of yearning.
Today I hide, you'll spill all hues.

Like a dream, the color of red powder.
Like a tender ray, the color of sixteen years.
Like a firm ray, the color of thought.
Like a dream, the color of red powder.
Of tender hands, the body's white attire.
Of tender hands, the body's white attire.
One, the courtyard of earth, dyed, one, a watchful home.
These two seasons unite now, of summer and winter.
These two seasons unite now, of summer and winter.
Like a dream, the color of red powder.
Like a tender ray, the color of sixteen years.
Like a firm ray, the color of thought.

Today's first ray, a virgin, rising, embracing auspiciousness.
I pour this handful of color into the celestial Ganges.
What hue is found, that is akin to it?
Like a dream, the color of red powder.
In this color, I'll dissolve the whispers of my heart.
In this color, I'll dissolve the whispers of my heart.
Some spoken, some unspoken, the heart's ocean waves.
O, this is my enemy, the impossible. Like a dream, the color of red powder.
Like a tender ray, the color of sixteen years.
Like a firm ray, the color of thought.