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It's Agender Pride Day, here's some personal art from me

Please listen to this everybody. This is voice of “King of Solitude” Shiv Kumar Batalvi. A poet I admire a lot. This is his poem called Ki Puchde Ho Haal Fakiraan Da (The Conditions of Fakirs).

What a divine voice he had.

No Kavi Samelans (Poem recitations) going on now days. I don’t know where we are heading. Next generation will never know the joy of feeling a poem or seeing a poem live. 

Here is the original poem in Punjabi (I have also added English translation)

Ki puchde ho haal fakiran da

Saada nadiyon vichreyan neeran da

Saada hanj di joone aaya da

Saada dil jaleya dilgiran da

Eh jandeya kuj shauk jahe

Rangaan da naam hi tasveeran hai

Jad hadh gaye asi ishqe di

Mul kar baithe tasveeran da

Ki puchde ho haal fakiran da

Sada nadiyon vichreyan neeran da…

Takdeer ta sadi shautan si

Tadbeeran sathon na hoyiyan

Na jhang chutiyan na kanh phaate

Jhundh langh gaya inj heeraan da

Ki puchde ho haal fakiran da

Saada nadiyon vichreyan neeran da…

Sanu lakhaan da tan labh gaya

Par ik da man vi na mileya

Gaya likheya kisse mukkadar si

Hathaan diya chaar lakeeran da

Ki puchde ho haal fakiran da

Saada nadiyon vichreyan neeran da…

Mere geet vi lok suninde ne

Nalle kafir akh sadinde ne

Main dard nu kabba keh baitha

Rabb naam rakh baitha peerhan da

Ki puchde ho haal fakiran da

Sada nadiyon vichreyan neeran da…

English Translation 

Why ask about the condition of fakirs like us?

We are water, separated from its river,

Emerged from a tear,

Melancholy, distressed!

Though I knew that pictures are just

A collage of some colors -

When I entered the emporium of love,

I was entranced by them.

Countless bodies did I find,

But not one mind did I meet.

This was written in my fate,

In the four lines of my palm.

My destiny was my rival.

I could never find a way to escape it.

I did not leave Jhang, did not pierce my ears,

And a multitude of Heers walked by.

People listen to my songs

And call me godless.

Because I called my pain kaaba,

And named sorrow my God.

Among intelligent folk,

I have often spoken loudly.

Maybe I was arrogant about my love,

Perhaps I felt I had a claim upon pain!

You call yourself a wise man,

I say I am a lover.

Let us leave it to the people to decide

To whom they will give the esteem of a pir.

don't present androgynously

use "binary" pronouns in any capacity

identify partially with a binary gender

have a "gendered" name

don't experience body dysmorphia

don't experience gender dysphoria

DO experience gender dysphoria/body dysmorphia but aren't sure what gender or body would suit them

just experience body/gender apathy instead

can't be open about their gender identity yet

you're all absolutely valid.