Translation:
By Kartar Singh Duggal
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I must utter what comes to my lips.
Speaking the truth creates chaos. Telling a lie saves one scarce. I am afraid of both these. Afraid I am both here and there.
I must utter what comes to my lips.
He who has this secret known. He must peep into his own Lives He in the shrine of peace Where there are no ups and downs
I must utter what comes to my lips.
It is indeed a slippery park. I take precautions in the dark De inside and see for yourself Why this wild search afar?
I must utter what comes to my lips.
It is a matter of good form A norm to which we all conform It’s God in every soul you see If he is in me why not in you?
I must utter what comes to my lips.
(Says Bulleh) the master is not far from me Without him there none could be That explains the suffering and pain But mine is not the eye to see I must say what comes to my lips.















