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Khat Liktee Hai Sughra

Nadeem Sarwar · 2002

Bibi Sughra writes a letter to her brother Ali Akbar, asking him to come home to Medina. She waits alone in their house while missing him dearly.

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Shahzada Akbara

O Prince, Akbar

Shahzada-E-Akbara Shazada Akbara Laasha Pase Loona Waktano Bahaarde

O Prince, Akbar, Prince Akbar, bring back the body from the battlefield, bring back the spring.

Khat Liktee Hai Sughra. Bhaiyya Watan Aaja Waktano Bahaarde Khat Liktee Hoo Ashko Se Bheega Hai Mera Daman Aaja Ke Bahar Aee Sona Hai Mera Aangan. Ai Bhai Khuda Ra Laasha Pase Loona Waktano Bahaarde

Sughra writes a letter: 'Brother, come home, bring back the spring.' I write this letter, my garment is soaked with tears, Come back, for spring has arrived, yet my courtyard is desolate. O Brother, for God's sake, bring back the body from the battlefield, bring back the spring.

Phir Goonje Aza Teree Nana Ke Madiney Me Phir Bharte Khuda Bhaiiya Thandak Mere Seeney Me. Poora Karo Waada Laasha Pase Loona Waktano Bahaarde

May your call to prayer echo again in the city of your grandfather, May God fill my chest with coolness again, brother. Fulfill your promise, bring back the body from the battlefield, bring back the spring.

Dekoo Me Tera Sehra Dulhan Teree Ghar Aey Deedar Tera Bhaiiya Pus Neg Me Miljaye. Aanchal Mera Pela Laasha Pase Loona Waktano Bahaarde

Let me see your wedding procession, let your bride come home, Let me catch a glimpse of you, brother, in this longing. My veil is yellow (with grief), bring back the body from the battlefield, bring back the spring.

Beemar Bahan Rowe Kya Tum Ko Gawara Hai Bhaiiya Teree Furkat Ne Bin Maut Se Maraa Hai. Kehtee Hai Yeh Behnaa Laasha Pase Loona Waktano Bahaarde

Your ailing sister is weeping, is this acceptable to you? Brother, your separation has killed me without death. This sister says: bring back the body from the battlefield, bring back the spring.

Gul Khilne Ki Rut Aee Pardesi Mere Bhai Tum Door Watan Se Ho Mehoo Meree Tanhaee. Tarpao Na Bhaiiya Laasha Pase Loona Waktano Bahaarde

The season for flowers to bloom has arrived, my stranger brother, You are far from home, and I am in my solitude. Do not torment me, brother, bring back the body from the battlefield, bring back the spring.

Khat Liktee Hai Sughra. Bhaiyya Watan Aaja Waktano Bahaarde

Sughra writes a letter: 'Brother, come home, bring back the spring.'

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