Original subtitles

'Shayar'

"Lo and Behold, youngsters!"

"We have crushed the egoistic ones."

"We rode the cycles."

"We fired at the Britishers."

"We fired at the Britishers."

My country's brave warriors

thrashed the tyrant Britishers, and drove them away.

Even back then the Kavishri group, the Wara group,

had invoked the honour of the people.

They instilled emotions in their hearts.

They stirred up their souls.

That is why the Britishers fled from here.

Today, the current government

has cheated us in the name of the Green Revolution.

They want to hoodwink you with these schemes and destroy your lives.

Our group of singers

wants to sing a song to awaken your honour.

Come on, Milkit Singh.

Grandfather. - Yes. - The police force is here.

They come everyday. It's not a big deal. Come on.

Sit down! Sit down!

They can put me behind the bars or hang me on the noose,

but you shouldn't worry.

The police can't harm us. - Hey, stop it!

Why don't you stop? - I won't stop.

You can use all your might.

I will stop you. - Aren't you ashamed?

You stupid fool! - I am not going to spare you.

Come! - No! I won't go!

Don't stop the music!

Catch him and take him to the police station. - Boys!

Sing! - Come on! Take him along.

"Fire at the Britishers..." - He won't mend his ways. - Come.

He won't listen to persuasion. - "Fire at the Britishers..."

Satte is watering the fields. Didn't the police arrest him?

No! They left him after some time. - Shall we take him along?

Satte, let's go to the fair. The fair has started.

You may go on. I will go home and sleep.

The singers are here. It's very entertaining.

No, thanks. You may go.

We sleep every night,

but fairs don't come everyday.

Let's go. - No. You can go ahead!

He won't come, buddy. Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

"God is our guardian. Pray to him."

"He will answer our prayers. Bow to him."

"This is a journey of lovers. The body is perishable."

"We have to drown in the ocean of love to cross it."

"We have to drown in the ocean of love to cross it."

"A glimpse of yours is like the celebration of Eid festival."

"A glimpse of yours is like the celebration of Eid festival."

"My heart is a devotee of your doorstep."

"A glimpse of yours is like the celebration of Eid festival."

"Kissing the soil that touches your feet,"

"I am waiting at the threshold."

"A glimpse of yours is like the celebration of Eid festival."

"A glimpse of yours is like the celebration of Eid festival."

"A glimpse of yours."

"A glimpse of yours."

"May the heart be filled with love."

"I have witnessed God's benevolence."

"I have witnessed God's benevolence."

"Revering your face as my God,"

"I pray for love."

"A glimpse of yours."

"After seeing your face, I don't like any other face."

"After seeing your face, I don't like any other face."

"May no one fall in love like this."

"May no one fall in love like this."

"The moon and stars are pale in comparison to you."

"Your aloofness has become dearer to me."

"A glimpse of yours is like the celebration of Eid festival."

"A glimpse of yours."

Father, why don't you listen to me?

Do you listen to me? Tell me.

Forget it. Najir's father is sick.

Let's inquire his health.

The complainants have called me today for the bail.

And you want to talk about Najir's father? What is the matter?

Father, you don't do anything yourself.

Can't you go to share someone's joy and sorrow?

Don't you have anything to do with our relatives?

Is this my honour?

Half of the kitchen is filled with my honour.

Some gave me a bucket, some gave me a glass.

Najir's father will not recover if I pay him a visit.

You can go on.

My dear son, come here.

Hey, where were you?

I was watering the fields.

Were you watering the fields of all the villagers?

I dozed off.

If you have woken up, shall we go?

Father, at least let him do some work.

Get going, son. Get going!

Don't chew my brains. Get lost!

You keep on ranting.

Son, I sing patriotic songs

and get hoarse throat trying to awaken the people.

Only then they respect me, son.

Come with me, son.

I will show you what your grandfather has earned in life.

Okay, grandfather. Let me take a bath first.

Son, we always look fresh.

Come with me.

Over there, the earning of my life is waiting for me.

Friends, we are going to call on stage,

singer and writer Ajayab Singh.

Thank you very much.

Bring the honour!

Where is it?

Is this for me? - Yes.

Hold this.

Yes.

Now we are going to felicitate

the famous Qawwal of our area, Mr Musafir Buta.

We request him to come to the stage.

I got a buffalo and you got a shawl.

Congratulations.

Wow! Amazing.

I am so perplexed.

They gave me a buffalo.

Grandfather. - Yes?

What are you thinking about?

Son. - Yes?

There are two things that come to my mind

when I got buffalo in felicitation. - What are they?

They have given me such a big respect. Huh? - Yes.

But they gave me a buffalo to honour me. Huh?

Grandfather.

Don't think about it.

Today I found out that my grandfather is loved so much.

He is so well respected by the people.

To be honest,

today, I have got interest in singing.

Then go and get it.

No, no, no, no.

We are not going to start this.

The fact is that you love me a lot.

So you don't say anything to me.

And this love of yours is standing between the art as a hurdle.

I think that I should find a master outside.

Familiarity breeds contempt.

Grass is greener on the other side.

It's an old saying.

Okay fine. Go to Jia's house for ten days.

What are we going to do so far, grandfather?

This afternoon when you got a buffalo,

you also met a master. - Yes.

Your friend.

Mr Buta.

Musafir, yes. - Musafir Buta.

Let me learn from him.

He sings Qawwali. What are you talking about?

Singer writer Ajayab Singh,

you have taught the kids all your life that

everyone has equal right over music.

The seven notes belongs to all.

I will go to that master.

I will learn music from him.

I will make you proud.

You bamboozle me more than the buffalo.

The views of the current world are getting so weird.

Someone gives a buffalo in honour.

someone is putting melody in 'Cappella'.

What's wrong with you? - Grandfather.

I felt like learning music.

Now it's in your hand.

Do you want to give a great artist to this society

or do you want to deprive the society of a great artist?

Tell me in the morning whether we have to go to the master or not.

You didn't learn songs from me.

I am sure you won't learn anything from Musafir Buta.

Both Buta and Buffalo puzzle me.

"Locking eyes with me, you stole everything from me."

"Locking eyes with me..."

Sing. Everyone, sing along.

Very good. God bless you. - "Locking eyes with me..."

"Locking eyes with me..."

"Locking eyes with me..."

"Start talking after locking eyes with me." - Wow!

"Start talking after locking eyes with me." - Stop! Musafir is here.

"Start talking after locking eyes with me."

Wonderful!

"Locking eyes with me..."

Musafir Buta, how are you? - Welcome, sir.

Greetings! - Greetings!

Ajayab Singh, I am blessed today.

I am so pleased!

Our abode is so fortunate.

You have graced us with your presence.

Hey, kids! Touch his feet and take his blessings.

He is a great poet. A great artist. - Bless you. - Greetings.

'Out of tune' Billu. - Greetings. - Go and get hot milk.

And boil milk in tune.

Okay? - Yes, master.

It's enough now!

Wow. - Milk is very tasty. It is amazing

Musafir. - Yes?

I want to have a word with you.

The roots of Punjab's music

are the Kavishri and Wara songs.

The Britishers fled from our country after hearing it.

And the current governments are also afraid of them. Right?

Tell me one thing. Have you ever sung such a Qawwali?

Or have you heard it?

That would have brought a revolution.

That would have boiled the blood.

That would have stirred up rage. - Grandfather.

Look, Qawwali is about music.

Yes. - Yes.

Its strings are connected to God.

But you tell me, what brought you here?

He is my grandson. - Okay.

And his wish is that you should become his master.

So show mercy to him.

You are amazing. You are also a master. A Guru.

You are the pillar of 'Cappella' songs.

Son.

Hey, look here. - Yes, sir.

The thing is, you have to come when the sun rises,

and leave after the sun sets.

Yes, sir. - Do you accept?

Yes. - There is no need to ask for his permission.

I will bring him. Who is his to give permission? - Grandfather.

Grandfather. - Huh? - Let's go.

Let's go.

You go on. I will come by myself.

Huh?

I thought that since I have to start learning, let's start from today.

Yes! Very good.

He is absolutely right. - Yes.

Wonderful. Bravo!

Yes.

Son, you tell me. What do you know?

I know how to make tea.

Not tea.

I mean, what do you know in music?

Sir, I want to learn music from you.

Okay, then.

First of all, I will teach you the melody.

No, no, no, sir.

Grandfather has said that

I shouldn't take advantage of recommendation.

To learn music, we have to go through a journey, right?

I want to do all that.

Well said. - If you could give me a chance to serve you,

I will make tea for everyone.

Wow, that's great.

Go then. - Okay.

Son Pottu, you go with him.

Hmm. - Yes, master.

What are you doing here?

Go. I will make the tea.

Brother, you are new here!

The master has sent me.

You are a stranger. You may put poison in the tea.

You may kill our master.

What are you looking for?

Jaggery. For tea.

Hina would have kept it. - Huh?

Hina!

Call her again. I guess she didn't hear you.

Hina, where did you keep the jaggery?

Hina! - Huh?

She is not the one. - What?

Did you call this Hina? - I am Hina.

You were shouting for no reason. The jaggery is kept there.

I am sorry. Excuse me.

Stupid!

Yes. Very good.

Son, come to the 'Theka' please.

Master, to the 'Theka' (beer bar).

At noon?

Hey! Not that 'Theka',

but 'Theka' of tabla.

Oh I see. - Yes. Someone bring my medicines.

What a student! He didn't even ask where the medicines are.

Students appease their upset master.

I guess, he will make his appeased master upset.

Resham, go and bring the medicines.

Jugnu, go and bring him back.

Master has asked for the medicines.

Where are the medicines?

Tell me, which medicines?

Everyone should come out together.

Why do you create illusions?

Tell me, what do you want to steal from here?

Even the master doesn't come here the way you do.

The medicines were kept outside.

Will you drink tea?

Yes, of course.

Go on. I will make the tea.

I have my eye on you.

Hey!

How many children does the master have?

We all are master's children.

Master said there is no discrimination.

Have you gone mad?

That's fine but...

How many real children he has?

We all are master's real children. - Yes.

Master says the way you consider me your father,

I consider you all my children. - Yes.

Master has strictly warned us

that we shouldn't discriminate in this house.

What's in your pocket?

Chickpeas. - Give me.

These are mine.

Didn't master said we have to share everything in this house?

Give them.

Come on.

Master says what is yours is mine.

And what is his is also mine.

But everyone has a family. Right?

Let me rehearse. - Yes.

Son Satte. - Yes, master.

Go and make tea.

I am now habituated to drinking the tea made by you.

Yes, master. - Listen, Mika.

Teach him the tune later.

Is this how you rehearse?

You have not yet learnt the first lesson.

At least I have learnt to make tea.

What are you doing here? Go and rehearse outside.

What are you saying, brother? I am the owner of this house.

My orders will be obeyed.

Oh really? Are you also saying that you are master's son?

I don't have to say it. The entire village says it.

Musafir Buta has only one son. Iqbal Buta.

Real son? - Yes.

Oh really?

How many siblings you have?

Don't talk so stingily.

Master said that there is no discrimination.

Everyone is same. The master treats everyone equally.

Rehearse.

You will also become a kin.

So strange!

Satte.

Instead of making tea, go and till the land

before father gives the land to the trust.

Didn't you go to your master today?

Didn't you hear me?

Why didn't you go?

Grandfather, let it be. You are a better master for me.

No! Now I don't have the time.

You shouldn't change the masters, but change your intentions.

What will my friend say?

Are you going or not?

Leave it.

Where are you going? - Let me tie the turban.

You have already tired the turban. Don't give me excuses.

Take the cycle and go.

Hold it or I will thrash you.

Don't be stupid!

Now learn from master Buta.

You have insulted your master. Now you will realise it.

Let me see how you learn the melody.

"I dance merrily."

Very good.

Satte, what is the matter? You got late today.

Master, grandfather was getting heated up.

Oh! Grandfather was feeling hot.

There is a very simple remedy.

Grind millet and make powder of it.

And make him drink it. He will get relief.

Sometimes tea, sometimes powder and sometimes millet.

If nothing else, you will make me talented

enough to start a restaurant, master.

Okay fine. Forget the service and sit down for practice.

Master.

Beg my apology. - Huh?

Beg apology... what is the phrase?

I beg your apology. - Yes, exactly.

I came to you to get rid of grandfather.

But it's more difficult to get rid of you.

It's not my cup of tea.

Tell grandfather that I can't learn it.

He should teach me something else.

I don't want to bring disrepute to your name.

Listen to me, Satte. - Don't worry.

I will serve you tea before leaving.

Satte, you?

Yes, master. I thought your relatives would have to drink tea.

Never mind. We will make the tea.

You can go home. - Master, I beg your apology.

While leaving, I thought

that grandfather has high expectations from me.

I have travelled the journey of music by making tea.

If you have to make tea made by someone else,

your heart won't like it.

I have decided. I won't turn back.

Start my training. - Okay fine.

Go and practice outside.

Master, I will make tea and serve upstairs.

Okay fine. You make the tea, Hina will serve it.

Listen to my disciples. Your soul will find peace.

Son Satte, it's dusk. Didn't you go home?

I am learning rehearsal, master.

You don't learn rehearsal but you do rehearsal.

What are you saying? - The same thing.

Son, listen. - Yes.

You can rehearse at home. Okay? - Yes.

Now pack the harmonium and keep it inside.

Huh? - Yes.

Go on. Hurry up! Keep it inside.

Iqbal, come on. Let's go.

Yes. - Okay, master.

"The son of the land got restless on hearing the sweet voice."

"With lightening and thundering, the passions are kindled."

"The eyes weave the dreams to catch the beloved's glimpse."

"The aroma of the soul made the heart blossomed like a rose."

"The flowers and fragrance are holding a gathering together."

"Taking the permission from the land, they are colouring the dreams."

"The flowers and fragrance are holding a gathering together."

"Taking the permission from the land, they are colouring the dreams."

"Clouds are looming over the head."

"Sunshine has spread. Even the seasons are singing."

"The flowers and fragrance are holding a gathering together."

"Taking the permission from the land, they are colouring the dreams."

"The ambience is such that it delights the innocent heart."

"The desires and wishes delight the innocent heart."

"The ambience is such that it delights the innocent heart."

"The desires and wishes delight the innocent heart."

"The emotions are taking a beautiful form."

"Taking the permission from the land, they are colouring the dreams."

"The flowers and fragrance are holding a gathering together."

"Taking the permission from the land, they are colouring the dreams."

"A song from the sky stirred up everyone."

"It made such an announcement to stir up everyone."

"A song from the sky stirred up everyone."

"It made such an announcement to stir up everyone."

"It seems the nights are spraying colours all around."

"Taking the permission from the land, they are colouring the dreams."

"On one side, there is a fair of feelings."

"On the other side, the beloved is standing to welcome me."

"On one side, there is a fair of feelings."

"On the other side, the beloved is standing to welcome me."

"There is love in the air."

"Taking the permission from the land, they are colouring the dreams."

"The flowers and fragrance are holding a gathering together."

Wow.

Wonderful.

Iqbal, now you sing something.

I yearn to hear something beautiful.

As you order, sir.

Seero.

Give me the lyrics.

"When a passionate one sits close to me,"

"the soul is stolen by the passion of love."

"The heart becomes the music. The emotions get a voice"

"when I ask to sing a song of love."

Wow!

Huh? - Why did you meddle?

God bless you.

A couplet is incomplete without a praise. - Really, master?

When someone praises the couplet,

only then a poet is gets recognition.

Master.

How do we believe a poet?

My innocent boy, nobody can't become a poet,

but poets are born.

Wonderful.

When you take the string of your imagination

and bead words with it,

then you become a poet.

It's very difficult to bead the words, master.

And it's even more difficult to imagine new thoughts.

Thoughts?

Okay, master.

Grandfather. - Hmm.

How do you get thoughts?

Son, I think that you get thoughts on their own.

And words.

You get them when you sit and ponder.

Grandfather, how do you manage to write lyrics?

Yes. I have got this talent

because police arrests me and takes me to the police station

and they thrash me badly.

And in the jail

the thoughts that come to my soul, I pen it down.

Thoughts come from the soul. - Yes.

Can you recite something?

Okay, I will recite it.

"The heart wept when the ground was soaked in blood."

"We have gone to London to kill the Britishers."

Did you like it?

Very good.

Grandfather.

Don't you know any poems on love and romance?

Yes, I have some on love and romance. - Recite it.

Here you go.

It is filled with love.

"We love bullets and swords."

"We have kissed the rope of noose."

"We have crushed the enemies, who were like stones, into powder."

Did you like it?

There is more. - No. Let it be.

"Brothers and sisters, we will bring down the ruler."

Will you bring down the ruler?

The other guy won the election and became the village chief.

He keeps messing around with you.

There is a brawl everyday.

Go and sleep quietly. There are disputes because of you.

I will spread this fire, no matter what you say.

Seero.

Who are you? - I am master's new disciple.

Did you sleep here last night? Didn't you go home?

No, no. Master says I should come before sunrise.

He would have said to come with the sunrise.

With the sunrise.

I have fallen in love. - Huh?

With music.

I want to work harder.

Then why are you standing here? Go and practice.

Give me the lyrics.

Lyrics? - Yes.

You don't get it like that.

You need a master for that.

You had given it to Iqbal.

Yes! Well, I can give lyrics to my brother, right?

No, no, no. I don't want it.

Are you sure? - Yes.

You are my father's disciple, not mine.

Ask him whatever you want.

Master.

Get me the lyrics.

I have grazed your goats.

I have given water to the camel.

The journey is over now.

I can't practice without the lyrics now.

Son, practice is to give peace to the heart.

You practice the first note.

You will you get the lyrics on your own.

Huh? - Yes.

One more thing. You should do meditation.

Don't bother me.

I have gargled twice. And you just dropped in.

Let me complete the gargles.

Listen. Go home and practice.

Home? - Yes.

Can't I sit at the square? - No.

Go and sit at home.

Eat your food.

Eat!

Go!

Quiet. Silly!

Fish will come out of the pond after listening to your singing.

I have heard such a tune for the first time in the world of music.

You sound like a broken record.

The pair is sitting here today.

You fool! What are you doing?

Go and get the flour.

What's wrong with you?

Hey! Listen to me.

Why are you infuriated all day long?

What is the matter?

If you have any problem, tell me. I am your father.

All day long, you keep shouting. What is the matter?

I guess you both have gone mad. Or I have gone mad.

Go and do your work.

I am sorry. I will get it. - Yes, go on.

You keep sitting. - Go and get the flour.

Yes.

Listen to him. - You keep going. He won't sing.

He keeps humming and he keeps coughing.

Won't you go? - Good for nothing!

Won't you go? - Is this called singing?

"My beloved is my support."

"My beloved is my support."

"Come and meet me soon." - Sit. - Here's water.

"I don't like it without you."

"I saw your eyes before I saw you."

"I saw your eyes before I saw you." - Wonderful.

"Come and meet me soon, dear."

"Come and meet me soon, dear." - Great!

"My heart is unrestrained."

"My heart is unrestrained."

"There is nothing I can do about it."

"I don't like it without you."

"There is nothing I can do about it."

"I don't like it without you."

Wow, Satte.

Now you are in tune.

Really, master? - Yes.

By the way, I sing with grandfather. I am in tune

but get me the lyrics.

Seero, give him the lyric.

"If love is worship,"

"pray with a pure soul."

Wow! Wow!

"The world changes on its own, when someone steps forward."

Amazing.

"When a heart calls out, the other resonates with it."

"Then you don't have to speak the words to convey your feelings."

"Wow!"

Wow! - God bless you, dear.

Satte, did you see? - Yes.

I told you to keep practising.

The lyrics will come to you.

Such beautiful words! For me, master?

Not for you, brother. For your song.

So strange!

Can I write it down?

You can write it later. Go make some tea first.

Go, run. - Okay, master.

Go. - Yes.

You continue the practice. Yes. - "Without you..."

How do we write a poem?

You have written it.

I mean,

how to write poem and couplet.

Poem and couplet?

By the way, writing poem is very easy.

We will teach you.

Whatever we say, you just have to do it.

But there is one condition.

You can't say no.

I agree.

Before you learn to write poems, you need to have an attitude.

If someone calls you out,

you have to say 'recite'.

If anyone says anything next,

you have to say 'wow, wow'.

Don't forget. Understood? - Recite.

Very good.

Wow! Wow!

Wow, wow.

Okay.

Satte! Listen to me, son.

Recite.

Your grandmother is not well.

Wow, wow.

We have to inquire her health.

Continue.

Listen to him. We have to go quickly.

Recite.

Huh? Oh my God!

I think someone has cast a spell on my son.

Wow.

Wow.

Oh my God!

Satte, my son. - Yes, master.

Read out the lyric you got yesterday. - Okay.

Recite.

Look at him!

No, my son. You have to read it out.

Wow! Wow!

There is a poem between 'recite and wow, wow'.

Sing it.

Recite. Wow, wow.

Don't laugh. Help him memorise it.

"If love is worship, pray with a pure soul."

"If love is worship, pray with a pure soul."

"If love is worship, pray with a pure soul."

Recite.

Wow, wow.

Recite.

Wow, wow!

Reci...

Master, I think I have learned this.

Absolutely.

Now, what's next? - Now?

Now, look, the next step is that...

Our thoughts are in our hearts.

You have to take them to your brain.

Do you know what you have to do for that?

What?

I think he loves you.

I know that.

But I want to know how much he loves me.

I think he loves you a lot.

Look at him hanging upside down.

He may die in your love.

Thoughts! Come!

Did you get the thoughts in your mind?

They are still in the heart.

I think they will come in a couple of days.

Won't it be workable if it's in the heart?

That's the problem. It's not about workable.

Oh really?

Okay, I will get it in a little while.

By the way, what else should I do?

What else?

Oh yes. You should eat and drink the poets' leftovers.

The poets' leftovers? - Yes.

Okay. - Okay.

Yes.

You will get the thoughts. - Really? - Yes.

Promise? - Yes.

Okay.

Let me get it.

Okay.

Here!

I had sipped it.

It's like offering for me.

Didn't you say that I should eat and drink the poets' leftovers?

Even my father says this way love increases.

Tell me more.

Listen.

Keep the bag of jaggery on your shoulders

and bring it home.

Huh? - Come on.

Let's go.

Come! We have to go to the shrine as well.

Wait. I am coming.

Take care off...

Look there.

Satte! What are you doing here?

Master, I even drank your leftovers.

I have still not become a poet.

You are very close to becoming a poet. - Really?

Listen. You should circumambulate the shrine for one whole day.

For one whole day? - Yes.

Walking? - No, running.

What does circumambulation has to do with poems?

Yes.

A poet's gait is very important.

A poet never stops.

He keeps walking.

Understood? - Yes.

Come.

Satte. stop!

Satte. Satte, stop! Stop!

No.No,Master.

Only half the day has passed.

Never mind. Just stop!

No! I will fulfil all your words.

If you say, I will spread flowers on your path.

These are the pleasantries of the lovers.

No one really spreads flowers.

I will take a sigh of relief only after becoming a poet.

I was just joking with you.

Master, you shouldn't joke with the lovers.

They are already mad.

Why do you want to make them more insane?

To keep the words,

they can confront the mountains

and cross the oceans.

But if they find out it was a joke,

then their hearts are shattered.

Please tell me, how will I become a poet?

Why do you want to become a poet?

I want the girl I love to be mine.

What if she becomes yours even if you are not a poet?

You won't give your heart to an ordinary man.

You are not an ordinary man. You are a lover.

As for the poets, they are liars.

They cheat the people with their sweet words.

Even the lovers are destined to be cheated.

Never mind. Please make me a poet.

You are a lover.

On top of that, you want to become a poet.

Can you handle it?

What if I find someone to take care of me?

This simplicity

has enchanted my heart.

Seeing your obsession, I have confessed my love.

Your love is so pure, my sweetheart.

By giving up my life and soul,

I have fallen in love.

Your poem says that you are mine.

You have learnt to understand the poem.

You will learn to write also.

Your poem says so.

But what about you?

I am not different from my poems.

Poets are liars.

But not lovers.

"There is some deep connection with you"

"whether you believe it or not, beloved."

"The day is new, but the relationship is old"

"whether you believe it or not, beloved."

"There is some deep connection with you"

"whether you believe it or not, beloved."

"whether you believe it or not, beloved."

Love has really changed the destiny.

I always wished that my life partner

should be a poet.

Are you regreting it now? - No.

I am surprised.

About what?

Your obsession is greater than my poems.

Your attraction more than your obsession.

No.

Your life partner should be a poet.

I too was attracted by your words first.

Will you leave me?

I will become a poet.

How?

You will make me one.

Why do you want to become a poet?

Now even this poet

and her poems are yours.

But now, I feel that your every word is like a command!

What you said is final.

I first fell in love with your words.

Now fortunately, I get a chance to talk to you.

Teach me to talk to your poems also.

Make this ordinary boy a poet.

I will be the best disciple.

You can test me any time.

Make me such a poet

so that the world says

he is a disciple of a great teacher.

"Love doesn't happen so fast."

"It takes time for two souls to come closer."

"Love doesn't happen so fast."

"It takes time for two souls to come closer."

"I consider you are a miracle of God,"

"whether you believe it or not, beloved."

"The day is new, but the relationship is old"

"whether you believe it or not, beloved."

"There is some deep connection with you"

"whether you believe it or not, beloved"

"The lovers have a different point of view."

"They weave their own world."

"The universe come to a standstill"

"when lovers get closer."

"I had heard about bonds of eternity."

"Love has made it come true for me."

"I had heard about bonds of eternity."

"Love has made it come true for me."

"This saga of love is very long"

"whether you believe it or not, beloved."

"The day is new, but the relationship is old..."

"Take knowledge of tune from the leaves."

"Borrow speed from the wind."

"Beseech the clouds to bestow imagination."

"And string pearls of words."

"And let the heart fly free."

"This flight is a must."

"The poems have their own nature."

"They act on their whims."

Feel the emotion.

These leaves and breeze,

everything is talking to you.

But only

a poet can talk to them.

"The day is new, but the relationship is old"

"whether you believe it or not, beloved."

"With you, my dear..."

"There is some deep connection with you"

"whether you believe it or not, beloved."

"Cherish love in the heart."

"Let the heart play the romantic melody."

"When the souls sing love's tune together..."-Wow.

"It brings the beloved closer to heart."

Wonderful.

"Cherish love in the heart."

"Cherish love in the heart."

"Let the heart play the romantic melody."

"Cherish love..."-Wow.

"Love."

"Love, love, love."

"Love, love, love."

"Love, love, love."

"Love..."-Stop it.

Love...

What is going on here?

When ego fills the place of music,

all that remains is noise, shouts and cries.

No musician or singer has the right to disrespect words.

Her words are filled with love,

and your words are filled with ego.

What is the connection between love and ego?

First feel it, then sing it.

Amongst you, did anyone feel these words?

"Cherish love in the heart."

"Let the heart play the romantic melody."

"When the souls sing love's tune together..."

"It brings the beloved closer to heart."

"When the souls sing love's tune together..."-Wow.

"Let the heart play the romantic melody."

"When the souls sing love's tune together..."

"It brings the beloved closer to heart."

"Cherish love in the heart."

Wow. Satte, you have made the connection.

Master, these are Seero's words and your melody.

I have no contribution in it.

Feelings are yours.

Don't let this love to die.

I pray that your love for words never die.

Thank you, master.

"Those who accept the conditions of love..."

"Those who accept the conditions of love..."

Wow! - "The one who seems closer is too far."

"It ends before it starts."

"It ends before it starts."

"You have to drown in it to swim across."

"This is the style of love."

"Those who accept the conditions of love..."

"Those who accept the conditions of love..."

"Those who accept the conditions of love..."

"Those who accept the conditions of love..."

Wow. Wonderful. - Thank you.

Satte, come. - Yes, master.

He is Satte.

You know our singer writer Ajayab Singh.

He is his grandson.

Greetings.

Seero's words and his voice create magic together.

Wow.

Master, I have practised on the words as well.

Thank God.

Or else I was getting fearful.

About what, master?

They are taking your words along.

What do you mean?

Now Seero and her poems are ours.

Daughters' real home is their in-laws

Satte.

You too sing a nice song.

Seero, give him the lyrics.

"The journey of love won't be easy now."

Now...

Now...

"The journey of love won't be easy now."

"The burden can't be borne alone."

"Fate has shattered the dreams of love."

"Separation from the beloved will be unbearable."

Satte, what is the matter?

I want to say something, if you don't mind.

Yes. What do you want to say?

Master, I didn't come here to learn music.

Whatever I have done so far, or what I am doing, all this...

It's for Seero.

Although, by mistake, but I have learned a lot from you.

The truth is that I love Seero very much.

And she loves me too, master.

We will be very, very happy.

I want to get married to her, master.

Although, she can't say anything to you, master.

I will give her all the happiness of the world.

I will keep Seero as a queen.

Satte, come here.

Sit here on the cot. Come here, my son.

Sit.

Look, Satte.

My son.

The students are like children to the teachers.

Actually, they mean more than their children.

The teacher's tradition is carried forward by the students.

Before answering your question, can I say something?

People respect me. They honour me.

Why?

Because of my music.

People send their daughters to my house to learn music.

Because they trust me.

If I get Seero married to you

then no one will send their daughters or sisters to my house.

People do talk about love, Satte,

but they don't fall in love.

Your love is my biggest nemesis.

For me my honour, my respect, my status,

are very important. Very important.

More important than Seero.

It's dearer to me than Seero.

I can't put my honour, my pride and my status on stake.

Yes.

Won't you say anything?

What do I say? - Anything.

Don't go. - Where shouldn't I go?

Don't go away from me.

Who told you that I am going away from you?

The thoughts, which were here,

are now here.

When you will turn these thoughts into words and write on papers

then the effect of your poem

will be indelible from this world.

But I can't bear separation from you.

You know what they say...

Separation is a poet's wealth.

Only fortunate ones get this wealth.

I don't want to be a poet.

Now, the lamp of poem is lit.

Neither you nor I can douse it now.

You should keep writing.

I am sure we will meet one day because of your poetry.

Become a great poet.

Our separation is fated.

Otherwise, we will never get salvation.

It seems you have no grief.

I have,

but I have more strength to bear it.

Poetry gives us that strength.

Your poem will unite us.

Will you come to meet me?

Will you talk to me?

I will take my leave.

Seero.

Seero.

Poet, didn't you hear me?

Don't follow me.

Go your separate way.

"How can I forget you when you locked eyes with me?"

"How can I forget you when you steal my sleep?"

"Sometimes you called me sweetheart and sometimes crazy."

"Sometimes you called me sweetheart and sometimes crazy."

"You have taught me love. How can I forget it?"

"You locked eyes with me..."

"Your imagination is the wealth of my heart."

"The one who makes your portrait feels proud."

"Your imagination is the wealth of my heart."

"The one who makes your portrait feels proud."

"The heart loves your pride."

"The heart loves your pride."

"If you make a request, how can I forget it?"

"How can I forget you when you locked eyes with me?"

"How can I forget you when you steal my sleep?"

"Your memory is just like you."

"Your memory is just like you."

"It makes a wish and fulfils it too."

"Your memory..."

"Your memory is just like you."

"It makes a wish and fulfils it too."

"I don't talk to you even when alone."

"I don't talk to you even when alone."

"How can I forget when you blink?"

"How can I forget you when you locked eyes with me?"

"How can I forget you when you steal my sleep?"

"How can I forget you when you locked eyes with me?"

"How can I forget you when you steal my sleep?"

Your son has rejected this marriage proposal.

No one was giving him daughter for marriage.

I had pleaded earnestly for forging the alliance.

Father, it's all your doing.

You keep singing and loitering around.

No one will let his daughter marry you.

On top of that, you have acted this way.

And you say you won't get married.

If you won't get married, then leave the house.

Why do you get us humiliated?

The elder is at the border

and I keep struggling here.

I don't understand why you two keep harassing me.

Son, the day you have to earn for your bread,

you will realise the truth.

It's easy to write poems when you depend on your father's support.

Both my father and son are the same.

Tell me, what do I do?

My father at least earned something, but you didn't even do that.

Now listen to me carefully.

Fix his wedding date.

I will make sure he gives his consent.

We gave him birth, and now he is trying to teach you.

Come on, passengers of Mand. Stop the bus.

Other passengers be seated. Passengers of Mand, get up.

Get down. Alight the bus.

Is there anyone who wants to get down at Mand?

Come on, hurry up!

Mand village is here.

I am repeating. Don't miss the stop. This bus won't stop ahead.

Now Seero and her poems are ours.

A daughter's real house is her in-law's house.

And Seero's in-law's house is in Mand.

Come on, start the bus.

Hold on! One more is left.

I kept shouting to alight the bus for long.

Is anyone else to get down at Mand?

Come on, drive!

Where are you going?

I had to meet someone.

All the villages near the border have been evacuated.

There is a possibility of a war.

You too go back home.

Where are the villagers?

There is a camp 60 kilometres behind.

And the rest went to their relatives.

Please pay attention.

Keep your belonging safely.

You won't get your missing things back.

And sit in your respective camps.

Keep your belongings safe.

Villagers from one village should stay together.

And get your names registered without fail.

Seero.

Are you looking for Seero?

I know her.

Go back home.

Cursed woman!

You have brought ruination in this house.

Her husband died right after her arrival.

Since you have come, this boy has been bed ridden.

This is not the first time I am bed ridden.

I will be fine.

It's not this poor woman's fault.

Jethya's uncle wanted to drive Seero out of the house.

Her luck went from bad to worse.

And the army evacuated the village.

His uncle got one more opportunity

to accuse Seero of being cursed.

She was already blamed for Jethya's ailment.

He blamed Seero for this unfortunate event as well.

I wonder if she even found shelter.

Villagers, since she has stepped into our village

she made my son inflicted by disease.

And now the village has been ruined.

If we keep her along, we will suffer more loss.

So she should leave.

She bring bad luck. She is jinxed.

What do you say, villagers?

Where will she go?

Will you take the responsibility for the loss of the entire village?

You are too concerned about her. She has to go.

Jethya, to tell you the truth

now I too have started to believe these words.

You should send her back.

No, uncle. It is not possible.

But I can do one thing.

For the happiness of the villagers,

I can leave with Seero.

She had already come with some grief.

She had left everything behind.

The villagers gave her one grief and shattered her completely.

The cruel ones forced her to leave.

Son, where will you go now? Please stay.

No, aunt.

I have to go.

My journey is very long.

Goodbye.

You should keep writing.

Become a great poet.

We will surely meet some day because of your writings.

Your poem will unite us.

Will you meet me?

Will you talk to me?

"The one, which kindled your desire, will test me too."

"It's just the beginning of love. This is the first call for prayer."

"The one, which kindled your desire, will test me too."

"It's just the beginning of love. This is the first call for prayer."

"The one, which kindled your desire, will test me too."

"I still have to see your vow. I have to gauge your determination."

"Maybe that's why you are hell-bent on giving me this pain."

"I still have to see your vow. I have to gauge your determination."

"Maybe that's why you are hell-bent on giving me this pain."

"There is not just loyalty, but even atrocities."

"It's just the beginning of love. This is the first call for prayer."

"The one, which kindled your desire, will test me too."

"Do some noble deed. Blossom a bud into flower."

"Choose this poet to be your beloved."

"Do some noble deed. Blossom a bud into flower."

"Choose this poet to be your beloved."

"Turn your whole world into a garden."

"It's just the beginning of love. This is the first call for prayer."

"The one, which kindled your desire, will test me too."

"It's just the beginning of love. This is the first call for prayer."

"The one, which kindled your desire, will test me too."

"There will be many storms in the sea of love."

"The one, which kindled your desire, will test me too."

Wow, father. You have written so beautifully.

You never told me about it.

No. That is not my book. I think it's Mukhtiyar's book.

Silly, you never told me that you are interesting in writing too.

Why are you kidding me?

I barely know how to read and write properly.

I guess it's the one we hired 2 months ago on our farms.

Ours? - Yes.

Really? - He keeps reciting poems in the fields.

I guess it is his book.

It came to our house by mistake.

I will give it back to him. - No.

Let it be. Let's finish our accounts. - Okay.

"I switched my scattered thoughts for a bunch of papers,"

"the bunch that held memories in feet & yards & acres,"

"leading to the farm spread of my heart."

"On the right of the farm spread, lay fields of my sorrow."

"In all their stubbornness."

"I begged my sorrows to let go of me."

"But they bartered for my passion in turn and my desires too."

"A few of my desires I thus bartered, just to live on."

"I begged and cajoled the deed writer to let me"

"breathe out of my anonymity in peace."

"Tell me now who do I go to for getting"

"the soiled land record of my love amended?"

"Maybe the one who rules over the land of love,"

"transfers some of the fertile land in my name?"

"And the pain of separation that grips"

"the heart of Sartaaj disappears for ever."

"It's in your hands O God,"

"to give me back my scattered thoughts,"

"give me back my love." - Wow.

Is this yours?

Hmm. - Your writing is amazing.

Where did you come from?

From Chandkheda.

So in these fields, you can get the money for your labour.

But only the mansion can pay the price of your poem, O poet!

I am not a poet.

If you are not a poet, then there's no poet in the whole world.

From today, you will work at the mansion.

After reading your poetry, I felt truly blessed.

Along with it, if I can also see the poet, it will feel like heaven.

What's your name?

Goodbye, lady.

"At a crossroad, we had parted ways long ago."

"The last time we had met, I want to visit there again."

"Sometimes I feel, she is still lost in my thoughts."

Wow, wow, wow!

Wow! - "The memories of beloved make me weep."

"The pain is washed away with tears."

"Inside, the heart keeps pining."

"But there is smile on the face." - Wow.

"But there is smile on the face." - Wow. Wonderful.

Mr Sharmeela, Mr Sharmeela.

Remove your pen from the wilted beloved's hair,

and sow seeds in the barren fields.

The beloved's tresses could be a lover's refuge

but not a warrior's shelter.

We can fight the rulers only with pens, which are mightier than sword.

When the rulers will be dethroned

then the revolution will bring back wilted beloved.

Vidrohi, I think rhyming every sentence isn't poetry.

Mr Randawa. - Hmm.

I write poems with blood.

And my words don't make a bloodbath on the paper.

My column is published in your newspaper.

Thousands of people like it.

They praise me to the hilt.

Mr Vidrohi, poem is nothing but to create rhymes.

Sher Singh, it's not like that.

Not everyone can write poem.

The poets lock themselves in a room to make rhymes.

And many poets leave everything behind for it.

Without rhymes, your thoughts are just a speech, not a poem.

This isn't like farming, which everyone can do.

Mr Sharmeela, not everyone can do even farming.

And everyone is a poet.

I also feel that if a person can't do

anything else, he becomes a poet.

My labour can compose such poems even

after working in the fields. - Really?

Which labour composes poems? Call him.

Let us hear the songs of your farms. Call him.

Mukhtiyar, last night who was singing a song at our place?

Call that boy here.

Mr Gallo! - I guess his name is something else.

No, it's Gallo. - Oh really?

Start.

Recite something.

Read something.

Go ahead.

Why are you embarrassing the poor fellow?

Friend, you do your work.

I suppose there is no current, or else...

"When the cloud of passion will touch the sky..."

"When the cloud of passion will touch the sky,"

"she will come to fulfil the incomplete desire."

"When you finish the drink of separation and loneliness,"

"the cuckoo bird of songs will return from its journey."

"When the heart will be engulfed in darkness and despair,"

"a breeze will come with the message from the moonlight."

"The seasons of love are changing to cool the heat."

"The seasons of love are changing to cool the heat,"

"when your memory will rejoice this soul."

Wow! Wonderful.

"I am like a paper, which has no existence without a pen."

"I am like a paper, which has no existence without a pen."

"She will have to come to praise my words."

"When the cloud of passion will touch the sky,"

"she will come to fulfil the wish."

"Love and romance, kindness and grace"

"are the friends of life."

"Run to open the door, if anyone from them comes at the doorstep."

"Let the flowers stay on the stem."

"It will be fresh and it will also give out fragrance."

"When the cloud of passion will touch the sky,"

"she will come to fulfil the incomplete desire."

What are you writing?

What the heart says.

Your heart says beautiful things.

Poet, I really like your heartfelt poetry.

You know, I have become a fan of your poetry.

Thank you.

And yours too.

Why are you so quiet?

My father owns 90 acres of land. And I love you.

I appreciate your thoughts.

Let it fly unrestrained. I pray for you.

But

hide this feeling in a corner of your heart.

As much as anyone can love a person,

I love Seero more than that.

And my poems worship that love.

And I worship your poetry.

Your words... Wow.

These words are the result of the storm inside me.

They will also wander with me.

As long as I don't get a praise from Seero,

it won't be at peace.

And the day, she says 'wow',

you will see, time will stop.

The weather will change.

And what if she isn't found?

I have heard that a poet never sends someone back empty-handed.

But I am leaving empty-handed.

I can never repay the favour of your family.

I have nothing to give you.

You can stop me from loving you,

but not from loving your poetry.

If you want to repay the favour, give me your poetry.

"O beloved, where have you brought me? I am surprised."

"The heart has sung this song in daze. I am surprised."

"O beloved, where have you brought me? I am surprised."

"The heart has sung this song in daze. I am surprised."

Come.

"There are happiness, but worries as well."

"It's such a strange juncture."

We have just published his one poem. - Really?

It has created a sensation.

Be it college boys and girls,

and literature writers, everyone is just...

Let it be. You call him. I want to meet him. Call him quickly.

He has left.

What do you mean he left?

He quit his job here.

But these are his poems,

if it can be of any use to you.

"It's a strange juncture."

"The soul mentions you a lot."

"It's a strange juncture."

"I never felt such an emotion before. I am surprised."

"I never felt such an emotion before. I am surprised."

"The heart has sung this song in daze. I am surprised."

"O beloved, where have you brought me? I am surprised."

Jeda's health is deteriorating more.

I think you should take him to a doctor in the city.

This is a family with children.

Diseases can be contagious.

I suggest, you should also take care of yourself.

"This innocent delicateness may inflict me."

"These alluring and quiet eyes may inflict me."

"You have said a lot without uttering a word. I am surprised."

"You have said a lot without uttering a word. I am surprised."

"The heart has sung this song in daze. I am surprised."

Daughter.

Daughter.

A needy person has sold to us a carriage.

She has to get her husband treated.

Sir has asked you to pay her money.

Hmm.

Lady, take your money.

Seero.

Ask for water as well.

Which village are you from?

Nainkheda. - Near Chandkheda?

A poet is on a quest to find you.

My husband is thirsty.

Do you know Satte?

Thank you for helping me.

"If you want to defeat my efforts,"

"then brace yourself for a long battle."

"I accept, the weather is hostile."

"I accept, the weather is hostile."

"But give a hope of good tidings to the heart."

Hail revolution! Hail revolution!

Hail revolution! Hail revolution!

"Those who enter the arena out of love,"

"they are like the arrows in the quiver."

"If you want love to win,"

"then give a sword of courage to wavering hands."

"Give a sword."

Hail revolution! Hail revolution!

Hail revolution! Hail revolution!

Hail revolution! Hail revolution!

Hail revolution! Hail revolution!

Hail revolution! Hail revolution!

But we couldn't find you.

Do you see this crowd outside?

It's all because of your words.

Your words are priceless.

People are awaiting you. They wish to hear you.

It's enough that my words have reached them.

I wish they reach the right place.

If you want to expand the reach of your words,

then come with me.

How many great poets has our land given birth to.

Today we have such a guest with us,

whose voice will make your hearts rejoice.

After reading your poems it seems

as if you are talking to someone or looking for someone.

I am on a quest to find the existence of my poetry.

These words, couplets and songs may prove to be helpful in it.

Wow! What a true answer!

It seems like the writer is really looking for himself.

Please say a few words. - Yes.

"If I say that you are my heartbeat,"

"and I wouldn't survive, if you get late."

"You had promised to reach me before the breeze, on my request."

"Come and keep your words."

"After that, you can give me any punishment you want."

"If you still don't come,"

"the world will continue to make a spectacle of love."

"If I say that you are my heartbeat"

"and I wouldn't survived, if you get late."

"You had promised to reach me before the breeze, on my request."

"Come and keep your words."

"After that, you can give me any punishment you want."

"If you still don't come,"

"the world will continue to make a spectacle of love."

"Thirsty for ages, stricken with grief"

"I have been standing like a beggar."

"If the water pours from the south"

"I head to the north."

"Like Maliwaal, I can pave a path through the mountain."

"But do you agree to tread on it?"

"If you still don't come,"

"the world will continue to make a spectacle of love."

Seero.

Yes?

I wanted to talk to you about something important.

I am going to wake him up.

No, I want to talk to you.

Tell me.

We can't transfuse your blood to the patient.

Because there's a lot of infection in your blood cells,

which could be fatal in the future.

You need treatment more than him.

But with the the money you have got for the treatment,

it won't be possible to even treat him.

Don't worry.

Treat him.

I will bring the money.

And yours? You know what I am trying to say, don't you?

Your problem is a genetic problem,

with the potential to turn into cancer in the future.

Take care.

His poems taught the youth new style to love.

His poems satiated the hunger of good readers.

You read his compositions and you are yearning to hear his words.

He still beckons his dream girl with his poems.

"Amongst these buds, you spread the aroma."

Boy, what's your name?

Satte.

Real name.

Sartaaj.

So I request poet Sartaaj...

You will surely remember me the day you get your first recognition.

When a crowd will come to hear the poet,

I will be there.

But don't try to find me in that crowd.

Just remember me and smile.

Doesn't a master deserve it?

"Amongst these buds, you still spread the aroma."

"These walls are the testimony of your presence."

"I have become so habituated to your aura"

"that your poet shines bright all over the world."

Wow! Wonderful.

"How to prove someone's absence"

"and how to prove the presence at the same time."

"You call it madness or obliviousness."

"This is the effect of your charm."

"The world will be in awe of your poet." - Wow. Wonderful.

"I had woven dreams in the naivety of love."

"Slowly and gradually, they turned enchanting."

"When the poet Sartaaj was mentioned,"

"there was the shower of tears with solace."

"The world will be in awe of your poet." - Wow. Superb.

"There is no force in love."

"There is no other option but to get sacrificed."

"I don't challenge, but I do make a promise."

"I don't challenge, but I do make a promise."

"Your memory will always dwell in my heart like a guest."

"If you say something, I will accept it."

"Your every word will be my command."

"Your memory sprays fragrance all around."

"Your memory sprays fragrance all around."

"Even your imagination are standing at the threshold."

"Your memory sprays fragrance all around."

"Your smile peeks from the casements."

"Your smile peeks from the casements."

"Come, let's talk. Every day awaits you."

"But when I call you, you never reply."

"But when I call you, you never reply."

"Even your imagination are standing at the threshold."

"Your memory sprays fragrance all around."

"Life is a poem of journey."

"But love is the validation of this journey."

"The one who had become the reason for the quest,"

"it accredit the endeavours."

"Love is priceless. What more can I say?"

"I paid the price for this journey."

"To become worthy of my beloved's praise."

"To become worthy of my beloved's praise"

"I travelled the whole world."

I heard that your poems are making the college boys

and girls talk about love.

I don't think there is any problem in it.

Thank God they are talking about love.

If they start talking about hatred,

then maybe even you won't be happy.

Did someone cheat you?

Because poets are often heart broken.

No. Not at all.

The thoughts of love and these words

created and cherished my existence.

They made my life, they didn't break it.

"The door of hope gets opened and closed."

"The door of hope gets opened and closed."

"Sartaaj is like the moon of happiness in the sky."

"In the dark night, even the poet's heart sways."

"In the dark night, even the poet's heart sways."

"Even your imagination are standing at the threshold."

"Even your imagination are standing at the threshold."

"Your memory sprays fragrance all around."

"Even your imagination are standing at the threshold."

"Your memory."

"Your memory."

"Your memory."

Father, I am writing a letter to you after a long time.

I beg your pardon.

You wanted me to see the world.

I have seen the world. Some are emotional like you.

Some are outspoken like father and some innocent like mother.

As I keep getting success, my restlessness is increasing.

I am wandering non-stop.

You were right. We can't compose music for Cappella poems.

Father, your Satta is in dejection.

"Even if love gets cross with us,"

"our beloved is our God."

"Even if love gets cross with us,"

"our beloved is our God."

"The lover may perish, but love can't be separated from the heart."

"The lover may perish, but love can't be separated from the heart."

"The lover may perish, but love can't be separated from the heart."

"The lover may perish, but love can't be separated from the heart."

"The lover may perish, but love can't be separated from the heart."

Mr Buta, we have to give time to the poet.

Will you come to the Chakpur fair with me?

Many great artists come there.

And the one who gets accepted there,

consider that he gets world recognition.

You should recite your poem there.

I am certain that you will get success.

I am her culprit.

But she has no complain against me.

Last year,

I met her in this fair.

Greetings.

Father, don't be sad.

You have not done any injustice to me.

But I have to say that under your shelter

the world looked so beautiful.

But it is not really like that.

Don't worry.

Your daughter is strong.

She will never lose so easily.

Dear! What have you done to yourself?

What disease did you get inflicted with?

Come with me.

My daughter, please come with me.

Let go of all the burdens. Let go.

Father, when I left your home,

I had done my duty as a daughter. - Yes.

And now I am doing the duty of a wife.

This poor fellow never abandoned me.

When people called me cursed, he was with me even then.

Now it's my duty.

Father, you tell me.

How are your disciples?

I am fine.

And my disciples...

He never came back.

He didn't even go back to his house.

I don't know where he went.

Now, he had to do that.

That impatient fellow had no patience.

He would have left to find me

and lost himself.

It will be good if he comes to term with reality

and becomes a poet.

"Love will be found by fate"

Seero.

Do you miss Satte a lot?

No one can stop these thoughts, father.

Sometimes, I pray that

he would become a poet.

But I pray each and every day that my husband gets well soon.

We can only think of the past.

But we have to live with the present.

Seero.

Give me some poem.

No, Iqbal.

I have no words now.

My words are left back there

with Satte.

Just consider that he asked me for the gift of poem and

I gave him my words.

Now, whatever he says,

will be my words.

Recite! Recite!

Recite! Recite!

Recite! Recite!

Recite! Recite!

Poet, recite something.

I heard you are called the wine for the broken hearts.

Poet, recite something for us!

He would have left to find me, and lost himself.

Taunt the disloyal lover.

Utter such scathing words which she never forgets in her life.

It will be good if he comes to term with reality

and becomes a poet.

I have heard that your words have a deep impact.

He would have left to find me, and lost himself.

It will be good if he comes to term with reality.

Boys, did the cat got his tongue?

I have heard he is a very good poet.

He talks directly to God.

People say that he lights doused lamps.

And even showers rains.

Poet, show us your magic.

Sing a song!

We all need rain badly.

Now, whatever he says will be my words.

Now, whatever he says will be my words.

"At times, ask the poet"

"how feelings are kindled."

"In Sartaaj's heart"

"how are songs composed?"

"How a song takes a form? - Wonderful."

"Go and ask the artist."

"What's the relationship with the rain"

"go and ask the cloud."

"It's so delightful. - Someone stole..."

"Now no one cares about my Bauhinia"

Dad, brother has not returned.

Where did he go? - I don't know.

Who are you, dear?

A traveller.

Praise the Lord!

Thank God I met a traveller.

Or else, the whole world has stopped.

The paths are deserted, boy.

Where is the destination?

I don't know.

You are looking for someone.

I am lost myself.

Those who are lost, they manage to find something.

The people who have reached somewhere are the travellers.

They collect the philosophies of life.

"My philosophies"

"are incomplete like me."

"You can judge it for yourself."

Praise the Lord!

"I went through the paths of grace."

"My beloved has paid the debt of my existence."

"The shores of Bismuth are not known to those who know"

"My self restrain wants to see if I cross the doorstep."

"My philosophies are incomplete like me."

"You can judge it for yourself."

Marvellous! Marvellous!

You are a lover and a poet too.

On this earth, a person can either be a lover or a poet.

If he is both,

then he becomes a guide.

I will take my leave.

"Cowards and weak hearted can't handle love."

"This nature spares"

"lovers and poets."

He is there! There he is.

He is there! - Let's go.

Poet, please forgive us. - Yes, Lord. We are sorry.

We were mocking the God's angel.

You have blessed us by bringing rain.

That's why we all have come to you.

Sage, just once come to our village.

I am not any sage.

Poet, your words are magical.

You won't lose anything,

if you come to the village and say very few words.

Look. Don't punish us so severely.

We have faith in you.

If you come, we will consider that you have forgiven us.

Yes, please come. - Sage, please come with us.

Come on, let's go. - Let's go.

Come on. - Let's go.

Just once come to our village. - Our village will be blessed.

"O beloved, where have you brought me? I am surprised."

"The heart has sung this song in daze. I am surprised."

"O beloved, where have you brought me? I am surprised."

"The heart has sung this song in daze. I am surprised."

"There are happiness, but worries as well."

"It's such a strange juncture."

"The soul mentions you a lot."

"It's a strange juncture."

"There are happiness, but worries as well. It's a strange juncture."

"The soul mentions you a lot."

"It's a strange juncture."

"I never felt such an emotion before. I am surprised."

"I never felt such an emotion before. I am surprised."

"The heart has sung this song in daze. I am surprised."

A couple staying in this house are also very sad.

This life has become like hell for them.

Poet, meet them once.

They are very miserable. - Yes.

The villagers have given them this house to stay. - Yes.

Jethe. Brother Jethe.

Look who has come to your house.

His words are magical.

Now, even all your sorrows will be alleviated.

You all can go home.

Pray for each other.

You have turned a poet like me into a guide.

Just imagine how powerful your faith is.

Look for your God within yourself.

Go. - Goodbye.

Okay, goodbye. - Goodbye.

Let's go, brothers.

Friend, look. I am sorry.

I don't know how to check pulse.

But I know how to read poems.

These innocent people accept anyone as God.

Even the poems of artists give us peace.

If a singer doesn't sing, he is left incomplete.

I have met a poet after a long time.

Don't go without reciting something.

A poet had come.

He wrote it for you.

Wait.

Go after meeting another fan of yours.

Believe me, my wife will revere your poetry more than I.

She is so virtuous.

She has left everything for me.

Recite a couple of lines for her as well.

There's a lot of peace in your poetry.

His presence and couple of lines

made me feel like I was fine.

He considers his words to be someone else's belonging.

"We met and parted, by fate."

"We shall meet again by fate, my love."

"The place where desires had kindled"

"we will sit there some day."

Your father couldn't cross the walls made by the society, dear.

He couldn't give happiness to his daughter.

What happiness can he give to anyone else?

It is said that music brings people together.

But I...

No.

It's enough. Not any more.

The tradition of the society and my teachings

are not greater to me than my daughter's love.

Come with me.

I wish I could have done it before.

My dear, come with me.

Let's go. - Seero.

You took even my share of grief.

I left my uncles and made you my family.

But you made me your whole world.

I bow to you.

I owe this life to you.

In return,

if you soul can get a moment of peace,

then God may forgive me.

Dad, I have had enough.

I am tired.

Pray for me so that I get rid of this pain.

Father.

I can't bear it any more now.

Daughter, I couldn't become your teacher.

But you are a teacher.

It is said that the relationship between a teacher

and a student is the greatest in the world.

Please come. Maybe we can get away with it.

Come with me, my dear daughter.

"I learnt the ways of love from the journey of life."

"I learnt it from the journey of life."

"The one who understood"

"the love of soul has earned the wealth of the romance."

"The one who understood the love of soul."

"It's not your fault."

"It was written in the destiny."

I will fulfil all your conditions.

If you say, shall I spread flowers on your path?

These are pleasantries of lovers.

No one really spreads flowers.

"The property of a life."

"The tears that flow"

"from the eyes through the glasses think how to filter that water "

"how to filter that water"

"The tears that flow"

"from the eyes through the glasses think how to filter that water "

"how to filter that water"

"I learnt the ways of love from the journey of life."

"I learnt it from the journey of life."

"The one who understood"

"the love of soul has earned the wealth of the romance."

"You made Sartaaj a poet."

"And you gave the pain of separation."

"You are the lamp that even dulls the moonlight."

Make me such a poet

that the world should say

he is a student of a great master.

"The migration..."

"I am indebted to you. You taught me to overcome pain."

I guess you have no grief at all. - I have.

But I have more strength to endure it.

Poetry gives us that strength.

"I learnt it from the journey of life."

Won't you say anything?

What do I say?

Anything.

I have heard that you have become a poet.

The world doesn't get tired of praising you.

I didn't get your praise.

How can I call himself a poet?

My eyes yearned to see you

and my poems to get your praise.

I want to hug you and cry.

But we can't cry.

Life has brought us to such a point

that we are so close yet very far.

Why has our fate given us so much pain?

It has also given us love.

God gives poets the courage to absorb the pain of the whole world.

And the same pain

destroys someone, slowly and gradually.

Love never ends.

It has a separate world

where it resides.

Forget that.

Recite something.

Let me see what you have learnt from your ms.

Recite something

to give solace to the soul.

I wrote for you.

Today, when you are in front of me,

even my thoughts are dazzled.

Recite.

"If we both had been together,"

"there would have been sunshine and shade."

"We would have written a saga of love"

"and said some unspoken words."

"I would have stepped towards you."

"Your fragrance would have stepped towards me."

"Such thoughts would have come to reality."

"It's not a matter of desire, but of my love."

"Had I known about it, I would have braced myself."

"We drifted along with the flow of the time."

"There would have been a town for love"

"and shade for dreams."

"There would have been shine in the eyes"

"and festivity around."

"With feelings and emotions"

"life would have moved on."

"Maybe we were destined to be together for so long."

"I shouldn't have crossed the doorstep"

"or I shouldn't have fallen in love with you."

"I should have gone home from the field."

"Why did I come to your house?"

"You wouldn't have come into my thoughts and stepped into my soul."

"But all this has happened."

"I was yours."

"So why this pain of separation?"

"Why were the flowers of alliance plucked?"

"But I am not cross with you."

"Honestly, I have no remorse."

"What had happened with us,"

"it is some secret of the nature."

"You were not there, but your memory was with me."

"My poems had complaints for you."

"Without the shine of your aura"

"my soul wouldn't have been at peace."

""How does the craze of passion happen

"The passion wouldn't have turned to obsession."

"I have face separation because of you."

"I found victory with piety."

"Without going through this pain,"

"Sartaaj wouldn't have become a poet."

"Then Sartaaj wouldn't have become a poet."

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

I feel complete today.

Today, I have become complete.

Seero.

Seero.

Seero!

Seero!

She had bid farewell to this world long ago.

But she was waiting to praise her poet.

Poets have a different world.

Maybe, we will meet there.

She is completed now.

And she gave me a new beginning.

She has turned away from this journey,

but I have to complete it.

"Going against the tide, if my beloved had sat next to me."

"Then I would have composed and sang beautiful songs."

"Going against the tide, if my beloved had sat next to me."

"Then I would have composed and sang beautiful songs."

"She transcended me into another world."

"She reminded of a forgotten past."

"I travelled many milestones of the journey."

"She blessed me with divine glow."

"Those days and nights, those moments still seem fresh in mind."

"My beloved touched my soul with her first glance."

"I thank you from the bottom of the heart"

"for the gift of spirituality."

"Who sent you as a messenger?"

"You have brought a divine message to me."

"When I met my beloved, I got guidance."

"She knocked at my door and open the ways to new possibilities."

"Even if you don't call me, I will come."

"The lover is going to shower love."

"My words are testimonial to my feelings."

"This devotee will always be at your doorstep."

"The stone in the water testify for me."

"The ring testify for the ones gone crazy in love."

"Call it frivolousness or effervescence."

"Call it obliviousness or something else."

"It makes the admirer wandering in the forest."

"The heart is ready to make the ultimate sacrifice for it."

"It has made love the truth."

"It has spread light like the sun."

"I bow to it a million time."

"It has taught us justice."

"Going against the tide, if my beloved had sat next to me."

"Then I would have composed and sang beautiful songs."

"She transcended me into another world."

"She reminded of a forgotten past."

"I travelled many milestones of the journey."

"She blessed me with divine glow."

"She blessed me with divine glow."

"She blessed me with divine glow."