With Diwali firecrackers as the backdrop, this live recording from a satsang in Pune in November last year speaks of an intensely intimate love: like the vine for the tree, like the fish for the sea. This beloved is closer than one’s own heartbeat.
We learnt this song from Prahladji, among the many others that he’s been and continues to be an amazing channel for. The sweetness of the Malwi dialect adds its own special flavour to the song. With much gratitude to Sheetal Vaidya, Neerad Trivedi and aunty for hosting the satsang and for this recording.
Aisi mhaari preet nibhaavajo
Ho nirdhan ka ho Raam
Aisi mhaari preet nibhaavajo
Ho durbal ka ho Raam
Bhavsaagar mein bhoolo mati
Tam toh jharkat ham beladi
Raanga tam se liptaaye
Tam toh dhaldo ne ham sookhi jaavaan
Mhaara kai ho havaal?
Aisi mhaari preet nibhaavajo…
Tam toh samdar ham maachhali
Raanga tamaara ho maay
Tam toh sookho ne ham mari jaavaan
Mhaara kai ho havaal?
Aisi mhaari preet nibhaavajo…
Tam toh baadal ham moriya
Raanga tam se judaaye
Raanga tam se harkaaye
Tam toh garjo ne ham boliya
Tam toh barso ne ham boliya
Mhaara kai ho havaal?
Aisi mhaari preet nibhaavajo…
Kahe ho Kabir Dharmidas se
Piyu thaara ghat maay
Piyu hirday dhadkaaye
Aisi mhaari preet nibhaavajo…
Be True to My Love
Be true to my love
Like the poor have no one but their Raam
Be true to my love
Like the weak have nothing but their faith
Don’t leave me alone in this life-ocean
You are the tree, and I the creeper
I’ll stay in your embrace
If you wither, I’ll dry up too
What will happen to me without you?
Be true to my love…
You are the sea, and I the fish
I’ll stay immersed in you
If you dry up, I’ll die too
What would I be without you?
Be true to me love…
You are the cloud, I the peacock
I’m connected to you
I get great joy from you
When you rain, I sing and dance
What would I be without you?
Be true to my love…
Kabir says, O Dharamdas
The beloved is within your body
The beloved is your own heartbeat
Don’t leave me alone in this life-ocean
Be true to my love…
(translated by Vipul Rikhi)
