Heartland Hues: 30 Urdu Village Poems + Trans

Gaaon ki subah, thandi hawa,
Sheher ki bheed se, dil ko chhuda.
Village morning, cool breeze,
Rescued the heart from the city’s crowd.
Kachhe ghar, pyaar ke rishte,
Gaaon mein baste, sache farishte.
Mud houses, relationships of love,
True angels reside in the village.

Haryaali har su, sukoon hi sukoon,
Gaaon ki zindagi, dil ka junoon.
Greenery everywhere, peace and only peace,
Village life, the heart’s passion.

Pagdandiyaan kachi, magar dil saaf,
Sheher ki sadkon se, behtar tawaaf.
Unpaved paths, but hearts are clean,
A better circumambulation than city roads.

Chaupaal ki raunaq, buzurgon ki baatein,
Yaad aati hain woh, meethi mulaqaatein.
The vibrancy of the village square, the elders’ talk,
I remember those sweet meetings.

Mitti ki khushboo, baarish ke baad,
Gaaon ki yaadein, dil mein aabaad.
The fragrance of soil after rain,
Village memories, settled in the heart.

Na koi dikhaawa, na koi banaawat,
Saadgi gaaon ki, dil ki chaahat.
No pretense, no affectation,
The simplicity of the village is the heart’s desire.

Chidiyon ki chehkaar, subah savere,
Gaaon mein jaagte, andhere andhere.
The chirping of birds, early in the morning,
Waking up in the village, while it’s still dark.

Kheton mein lehlahaati, faslein sunehri,
Gaaon ki qismat, mehnat pe thehri.
Golden crops swaying in the fields,
The village’s destiny rests on hard work.

Raat ko taaron bhara, aasmaan saaf,
Gaaon ki neend bhi, be-fikr-o-ma’aaf.
At night, a star-filled, clear sky,
Even the village’s sleep is carefree and forgiving.

Diye ki roshni, jhonpdi ke andar,
Gaaon ki shaamein, sheher se behtar.
The light of an earthen lamp inside the hut,
Village evenings are better than the city’s.

Bachpan guzra yahaan, khele galiyon mein,
Gaaon ki yaadein, baseen hain saanson mein.
Childhood spent here, played in the lanes,
Village memories reside in my breaths.

Khuloos-o-mohabbat, gaaon ki pehchaan,
Har chehre pe saadgi, dil mein imaan.
Sincerity and love, the village’s identity,
Simplicity on every face, faith in the heart.

Koyal ki kook, aamon ke baagh mein,
Gaaon ka yeh manzar, dil ke raag mein.
The cuckoo’s call in the mango orchard,
This village scene is in the heart’s melody.

Paani ka ghada, sar pe uthaaye,
Gaaon ki auratein, geet gungunaayein.
Carrying water pots on their heads,
Village women hum songs.

Dhuwaan uthta choolhe se, roti ki mehak,
Gaaon ki zindagi, sachi hai be-shak.
Smoke rises from the stove, the aroma of bread,
Village life is undoubtedly genuine.

Sheher ki chakaachaund se, door ik jahaan,
Mera gaaon pyaara, mera aashiyaan.
A world far from the city’s dazzle,
My lovely village, my abode.

Buzurgon ka saaya, duaaon ka asar,
Gaaon ki har gali, khushiyon ka ghar.
The shadow of elders, the effect of prayers,
Every lane of the village is a home of happiness.

Woh bailon ki ghanti, woh hal ki aawaaz,
Gaaon ka har manzar, hai dil ka saaz.
The bells of oxen, the sound of the plough,
Every scene of the village is the heart’s melody.

Fitrat ke qareeb, yeh saada si basti,
Gaaon ki hawa mein, hai alag hi masti.
Close to nature, this simple settlement,
There is a unique intoxication in the village air.

Panchayat ka faisla, sab ko manzoor,
Gaaon mein insaaf, milta hai zuroor.
The Panchayat’s decision, acceptable to all,
Justice is surely found in the village.

Mel jol sab mein, koi nahin ghair,
Gaaon ki mohabbat, sab se hai khair.
Everyone mingles, no one is a stranger,
The love of the village is better than all.

Parindon ka ghol, shaam dhale laute,
Gaaon ki fiza mein, sukoon aa kar thehre.
Flocks of birds return at dusk,
Peace comes and settles in the village atmosphere.

Woh bargad ka ped, puraani chhaaon,
Kitni yaadein judi, is se mere gaaon.
That banyan tree, its old shade,
So many memories are connected to it from my village.

Tehwaaron ki raunaq, gaaon mein khaas,
Sab mil kar manaate, dil mein liye aas.
The vibrancy of festivals is special in the village,
Everyone celebrates together, with hope in their hearts.

Bhool nahin sakta, gaaon ki galiyaan,
Wahaan guzri hain, bachpan ki ghadiyaan.
I cannot forget the village lanes,
The moments of childhood were spent there.

Sheher mein dil nahin lagta, ab mera yaaro,
Gaaon ki yaad sataaye, mujhe har baaro.
My heart doesn’t feel at home in the city now, friends,
The memory of the village torments me every time.

Woh saada khaana, woh mohabbat ka zaaiqa,
Gaaon jaisa sukoon, kahaan milega bhala.
That simple food, that taste of love,
Where else will one find peace like the village?

Nadi kinaare baithna, shaam ko aksar,
Gaaon ki yeh aadat, bhulaaye na bane sar.
Sitting by the riverside, often in the evening,
This village habit cannot be forgotten, sir.

Laut aaunga ik din, apne gaaon zuroor,
Wahaan ki mitti mein, hai jannat ka noor.
I will surely return one day to my village,
In its soil, there is the light of paradise.