1 Corinthians 13
1 If I can speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but am destitute of Love, I have but become a loud-sounding trumpet or a clanging cymbal.
| مَرْتْیَسْوَرْگِییاناں بھاشا بھاشَمانوہَں یَدِ پْریمَہِینو بھَوییَں تَرْہِ وادَکَتالَسْوَرُوپو نِنادَکارِبھیرِیسْوَرُوپَشْچَ بھَوامِ۔ |
2 If I possess the gift of prophecy and am versed in all mysteries and all knowledge, and have such absolute faith that I can remove mountains, but am destitute of Love, I am nothing.
| اَپَرَنْچَ یَدْیَہَمْ اِیشْوَرِییادیشاڈھْیَح سْیاں سَرْوّانِ گُپْتَواکْیانِ سَرْوَّوِدْیانْچَ جانِییاں پُورْنَوِشْواسَح سَنْ شَیلانْ سْتھانانْتَرِیکَرْتُّں شَکْنُیانْچَ کِنْتُ یَدِ پْریمَہِینو بھَوییَں تَرْہْیَگَنَنِییَ ایوَ بھَوامِ۔ |
3 And if I distribute all my possessions to the poor, and give up my body to be burned, but am destitute of Love, it profits me nothing.
| اَپَرَں یَدْیَہَمْ اَنَّدانینَ سَرْوَّسْوَں تْیَجییَں داہَنایَ سْوَشَرِیرَں سَمَرْپَیییَنْچَ کِنْتُ یَدِ پْریمَہِینو بھَوییَں تَرْہِ تَتْسَرْوَّں مَدَرْتھَں نِشْپھَلَں بھَوَتِ۔ |
4 Love is patient and kind. Love knows neither envy nor jealousy. Love is not forward and self-assertive, nor boastful and conceited.
| پْریمَ چِرَسَہِشْنُ ہِتَیشِ چَ، پْریمَ نِرْدْویشَمْ اَشَٹھَں نِرْگَرْوَّنْچَ۔ |
5 She does not behave unbecomingly, nor seek to aggrandize herself, nor blaze out in passionate anger, nor brood over wrongs.
| اَپَرَں تَتْ کُتْسِتَں ناچَرَتِ، آتْمَچیشْٹاں نَ کُرُتے سَہَسا نَ کْرُدھْیَتِ پَرانِشْٹَں نَ چِنْتَیَتِ، |
6 She finds no pleasure in injustice done to others, but joyfully sides with the truth.
| اَدھَرْمّے نَ تُشْیَتِ سَتْیَ ایوَ سَنْتُشْیَتِ۔ |
7 She knows how to be silent. She is full of trust, full of hope, full of patient endurance.
| تَتْ سَرْوَّں تِتِکْشَتے سَرْوَّتْرَ وِشْوَسِتِ سَرْوَّتْرَ بھَدْرَں پْرَتِیکْشَتے سَرْوَّں سَہَتے چَ۔ |
8 Love never fails. But if there are prophecies, they will be done away with; if there are languages, they will cease; if there is knowledge, it will be brought to an end.
| پْریمْنو لوپَح کَداپِ نَ بھَوِشْیَتِ، اِیشْوَرِییادیشَکَتھَنَں لوپْسْیَتے پَرَبھاشابھاشَنَں نِوَرْتِّشْیَتے جْنانَمَپِ لوپَں یاسْیَتِ۔ |
9 For our knowledge is imperfect, and so is our prophesying;
| یَتوسْماکَں جْنانَں کھَنْڈَماتْرَمْ اِیشْوَرِییادیشَکَتھَنَمَپِ کھَنْڈَماتْرَں۔ |
10 but when the perfect state of things is come, all that is imperfect will be brought to an end.
| کِنْتْوَسْماسُ سِدّھَتاں گَتیشُ تانِ کھَنْڈَماتْرانِ لوپَں یاسْیَنْتے۔ |
11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, felt like a child, reasoned like a child: when I became a man, I put from me childish ways.
| بالْیَکالےہَں بالَ اِوابھاشے بالَ اِواچِنْتَیَنْچَ کِنْتُ یَووَنے جاتے تَتْسَرْوَّں بالْیاچَرَنَں پَرِتْیَکْتَوانْ۔ |
12 For the present we see things as if in a mirror, and are puzzled; but then we shall see them face to face. For the present the knowledge I gain is imperfect; but then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
| اِدانِیمْ اَبھْرَمَدھْییناسْپَشْٹَں دَرْشَنَمْ اَسْمابھِ رْلَبھْیَتے کِنْتُ تَدا ساکْشاتْ دَرْشَنَں لَپْسْیَتے۔ اَدھُنا مَمَ جْنانَمْ اَلْپِشْٹھَں کِنْتُ تَداہَں یَتھاوَگَمْیَسْتَتھَیواوَگَتو بھَوِشْیامِ۔ |
13 And so there remain Faith, Hope, Love--these three; and of these the greatest is Love.
| اِدانِیں پْرَتْیَیَح پْرَتْیاشا پْریمَ چَ تْرِینْییتانِ تِشْٹھَنْتِ تیشاں مَدھْیے چَ پْریمَ شْریشْٹھَں۔ |
