It is the month of Poh.
Frost covers the fields.
I long for you.
Where are you?
It is the month of Poh.
Frost covers the Delhi nights.
Resting at the Farmers Protests.
Is where I am.
Beautiful Punjab!
You are here with me.
My every breath is you.
I am here for you.
It is you that is guiding me,
To follow Sikh principles.
It is you that is urging me,
To repeal the Farm Laws.
It is your song that nurtures me.
It is your water that sweetens me.
It is your food that strengthens me.
I am here for you.
My heart beats for you.
My every breath is you.
Will, you wait for me,
My beautiful Panjab!