Menu Vida Karo Poem by Shiv Kumar Batalvi

Bid me goodbye
Lord,
Bid me goodbye.
Gift me a warm tear,
Lay separation upon my palm,
And bid me goodbye.

Circle pain around my head,
With the sacred water of tears.
Then distribute this water
To every single lover in the world.
And Lord, if a dropp remains,
Gulp it yourself
And bid me goodbye.

Lord, at this time of farewell,
Let us declare the truth.
It is only if we give away pearls
That we receive separation.
Lord, now that this clay is bereft of separation
Set it free,
And bid me goodbye.

My mother died in my milk-years,
My father during childhood.
My beloved died in the season of youth,
And these cursed songs were born.
Now, O Lord, I entreat you,
Do not clutch my arm so tightly.
Bid me goodbye.
Gift me a warm tear,
Lay separation upon my palm,
And bid me goodbye