Descripción de Cheerey Wala Sartaaj - Satinder Sartaj:

Song: Cheerey Wala Album: Cheerey Wala Sartaj Singer: Satinder Sartaj My heartless beloved, better than you, are your memories that wont abandon me your dreams coil around my sleep & bite me like serpents you may have forgot those sweet memories but Sartaj I've pegged all my ardent desires Despite your disregard I have colored the chunni of my yarning like the color of your turban O my beloved, my adorable darling, tell me how do i win you over why the endless wait, while my eyes string up endless tears thousands of pleading rise from me & I call out for you as the river 'Ravi' flows, so do your memories, that haunt & seor if you'd pay me a visit, i ll get your turban colored and sit in front of you as your mirror my beloved, tell me what place you are stayig my beloved is like a co-traveller in a boat who we rarely meet again, his country lies too far & i have to meet him soon. I keep asking my true lord, but why dont you speak up from somewhere, my beloved I keep aglow with your memories..but the flame's begun to die, & hopes crumbling! You have the connection with a regioon far away * my village is huddled behind the bunch of trees (a small jungle) I save my chaste desires from sorrowfull storms, sitting under the shades of tired hope I share my grief with the stares all night, why dont you hear it there's not a spot where i havent sought you, dont trample my love, my soul!! My days stretch like centuries & the window of my eyes always open & waiting for you unblinking, i have no clue of this world, my mind floats in trance listen dont betray me, my dreams are so naive i am fooling my years & time, my beloved, i have mingled you in my breath.. Your words echo around me and blackbees that buzz & tease. if I embroider your name on the fabric of hope, they keep pulling at the string either come to me, my soulmate or call me to your world People have spread rumors of the priceless saga we two bring. Wish, god bless us with the auspicious day & the blessed night. I wait for the moment when sartaj arrived at my doorstep, decked & ready to wed. I see him in my dreams astride a mare, a roya; plume in his turban & thus resound the wedding drums.. I plead, you may be the richest in you earnging, but weigh my love fairly..