In the strangeness, I was fed up with myself, I was tired of myself, my wandering soul was in a thirsty bondage, I want to open my wings and feather and fly to make my instrument with everyone among all the old companions,
I, who had been full of wings and wings for a lifetime , the sun was the mirror of my mood , in the homesickness of my heart, the sadness of homesickness, to God , heavy wings and feathers, and fly, the song of life, the song of life, Lady I am the heart of the heart, I am the heart of the heart, I am the son
of you
The heart and soul of this song that you, O earth, are the jewel of the homeland, the land of Sindh, the ancient eras of passion and my head is intoxicated by your wind, my whole being is your birthplace, my passion and my head is from your wind, my whole being is your birthplace, my passion
and drunkenness are your wind, my whole being is your birthplace, my passion and my head is
from your wind, my whole being is your birthplace.
