Chenab

These sweet fine waves of Chenab’s waters,

And the gold of the sun on it that shimmers,

Is witness to the day, when Heer died,

She, by whose name Ranjha is identified,

They met but it led to their doom,

Flowers blossomed, died before bloom,

Eyes of both were teary named,

Every promise was then shamed,

Cries arose but returned back,

It went on till death attacked,

They had to embrace misery,

To be named lovers in history,

But I will not let you bear this pain,

This river will not weep again,

We will be mentioned in history,

And spend this life along,

People have rights to test us,

Bless us, hurt us or detest us,

Touch may be shameful, but love isn’t,

Being honest is no sin, true word isn’t,

I swear by the Great God of Chenab,

We will not don Heer Ranjha’s garb.