Punjabi song by Rabbi Shergill


Challa songs have traditionally been written in a parenting tone. In fact, some say, this song originated when the young son of a folk singer left his parents. Challa is a parents' sigh for that departed child.

Notice how Rabbi changes the tone. This 'Challa' comes from a young guy who is aware of the feelings of people attached to him, as opposed to the angry young boy addressed in other/traditional Challa songs. At times, I felt as if Rabbi is trying to heal the wounds. And he does it well.

Chhalla vas nahi oo mere
Chhalla vas meri maan de
Ghallegi tan jange
Ve gall sun chhallia
Khaure keeta kis is ‘te toona

Chhalla aa pia khuh ‘te
Gallan karie munh ‘te
Ve gall sun chhallia
Sanu vekhan nu tera ji ni karda
Tainu vekhe bina mera ni sarda

Chhalla bambi da paani
Kithhey veh gaye ne jaani
Asan khabar ko na jaani
Ve gall sun chhallia
Teri beri ik uggia ey kanda

Chhalla ambian kachian
Mattan de koi sachian
Laiey lekhe jo bachian
Terian merian gharian
Ve gall sun chhallia
Langh javan ain na umran khaali

Chhalla gut ik lammi
Asan supne chummi
Hoi neeyat si anni
Asan dil di si manni
Ve gall sun chhallia
Hun de lai jehrhi deni ey sazaa

Chhalla boharh ik ‘kalla
Unhe farhia ey palla
Thalle dharat utte Allah
Ve gall sun chhallia
Khaure jandian kinni dunghian jarhan
Es gall da os khud nu nahi pata


The ring it listens to no one
The ring it listens only to my mom
It will leave only if she tell it to
Listen my love
Don’t know who’s done this voodoo

The ring it lies on the well
Let’s talk face to face
Listen my love
Don’t you wanna see me sometime
It’s hard for me not to see you

The ring a borewell’s water
Where has my love drifted to
I have no news
Listen my love
On your berry has grown a thorn

The ring unripe mangoes
Someone give me sage advices
Let’s commit to contemplation
What’s left of time yours and mine
Listen my love
Or our lives will go waste

The ring a long braid
I kissed it in my dream
The desire had gone blind
But I listened to my heart
Listen my love
Now punish me as you will

The ring a lone banyan
He holds on to the
Earth below and God above
Listen my love
How far run his roots
He knows not himself

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