او دیس سے آنے والے بتا!……………….. اختر ش…

O people coming from the country, tell me
How are the friends of homeland?
Listen to the wanderer of poverty as well
In what color is the Canaan of homeland
The garden of homeland, the Paradise of homeland.
He's the homeland, the rehan of homeland
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Is still in there gardens
Do the breeze come?
Is still on the parbat there
Are the anklets reduced breasts?
Is there still rain
Do you like the hearts as well?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Is it still the same in the homeland
Are the views intoxicated?
Do you still have beautiful nights?
Are those moon and stars?
The games we used to play
Do they still have them all?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Are you still in the shadow of twilight?
Do you meet day and night?
Is it still in the garden like this
Do the happy fruits bloom?
From the waves of rainy wind
Do the wet plants move?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
With the flowers of light and shagufta
Gulzar is full now or not?
Brings Malin to the market
Dirty necklaces of flowers now or not?
And they are broken by passion
Teenage buyers now or not?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
What a evening in the streets
Interesting darkness is there?
And on the blurry candles of the roads
Does the shadows live?
In the thick branches of gardens
The way the dawn comes?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Is there still the same young
And there are sweet nights?
What a night still of songs
And there are talks of love?
They walk the magic of beauty
They are the ambush of love?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
He is in the arms of deserted people.
Isn't that market inhabited now?
Swords pressed in the armpit
Do the kind of people roam around now or not?
And peeps from the spirits.
Turkish car now or not?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Is it still from the fragrant temple
Does the sound of nagos come?
Is it still on the holy mosque
Does the Mastana Azan tremble?
And the colors of evening are on the shade.
Is the glimpse of greatness covered?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Is still on there panghat
Do the panaharias fill the water?
Become a map of an yawn
Everyone is on their forehead?
And going to my home
They walk with a smile.
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Rainy weather still there
Are they beautiful by the way?
Are you still in the gardens?
There are swings and songs?
And let's see something far away
Teenagers are crazy?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Is still on the mountain tops
Do the rainy clouds touch?
Is there still the air of the beach?
They come with a juice full drop?
And at the highest tacker
People still sing the anthem?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Is it still in the hill valleys
Do the anklets resonate?
In the coastal trees
Do the winds of Barkha echo?
The anthem of shrimp wake up
Do the calls of the dead echoes?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Is still there, same in miles
Is it rainy season?
In the branches of the spread blah
Is there an aina of lies?
Clouds come in the thunder
Is there a covered monsoon?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Are they still running around the city?
Beautiful river waving?
When I hold my heart in my lap
Is there anyone who isn't afraid?
Or the smile of light, the neck of Hur
Am I the one who eats the public bill?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Is it still in the bottom of the atmosphere
Do you waving after barkha?
Is it still on the bank of the river
Do the storms come?
Is it still in the dark nights
Mulah sing the anthem?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Is there still rainy days
Springs come in the gardens?
Innocent and beautiful things
Do you sing the anthem of Barkha?
And colours like the taters
Waving on the swings?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Is it still on the chest of horizon
Lush reduces and blows?
In the gardens by the river
Do the breeze blow?
And from their intoxicating bust
Silent airs are swollen?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Do they still go in the evening
Friends, on the bank of the river?
Those trees are still there
Shadab, on the bank of the river?
And peeps with love
The moon, on the bank of the river?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
What on the high trees of mango
Still they speak papiah?
In the curtains of branches
Do you open the treasures of songs?
From the juicy songs of Sawan
Do you roam in the pond?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
What the first one is innocent right now
That lush atmosphere of the madrassa?
Some forgotten days have passed
In which, that example of dream of atmosphere?
That game, that companion, that field
That dream of the moon and the atmosphere?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Is it still in someone's chest
Tell me what my wish is left?
What do you remember me now?
Friends, someone tell me a ah?
O people coming from the country, tell me
O Allah tell me, O Allah tell me?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Do we have the gardens of our homeland?
Have you forgotten the mastana air?
Forgot the springs of Barkha
Forgot the shortcomings of Sawan?
Forgot the banks of the river
Forgot the winds of the forest?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Is it still the same in the village
Do the fun-filled nights come?
The little excitement of the villages
Come to the pond?
And in the plain light of the moon
Sing the colorful anthem?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Is Gujjar still a shepherd?
Going to steal the flock?
And the shade of dusky evening.
Let's come home together?
And in my juicy flute
Sing the songs of love?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Is the village still in Sawan?
Are the springs of Barkha breasts?
Brown from innocent homes
Do the calls of mill come?
And in memory of my mother
Do the departed Sikhs sing?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
The dream of the river is a stained ghat
And how are his air?
That village, that scene, that pond
And how are their calls?
Those fields, those forests, those birds
And how are their calls?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Is it still on the old ruins
Is it a lesson of history?
At the ruined temple of Anpurna
Despair and longing is coming?
Cantonment on deserted houses
Is there any loneliness and dance?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
In the end, I wish to tell you.
How is that devastation of faith?
The disaster that used to happen in childhood
How is that disaster of time?
We both were whose moth
How is that night candle?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Tell me whose name I wanted to die
How is that ghancha dhan in?
The one on whom the homeland was in love.
What condition is that homeland in?
He is the garden of garden, he is the jealous of the sun
How is that Sam body in?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Is it still on the face of glaring
Are the views of Paradise bright?
Is still in juicy eyes
Are the stars of Sawan bright?
And on her pink lips
Are the lightning lashes lit?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Is it still on the meteor of Ariz?
Do you eat gasuay seah bill?
Or on the waves of the twilight sea
Do two cobra waving?
And from whose glimpse of Sawan
Dreams come from nights?
O people coming from the country, tell me!

O people coming from the country, tell me!
Now the name of God will be that young man
Is it in me or in-laws?
Is he a double or a disaster?
Unfortunate, has the youth put?
Stayed at home, or left home
Was it prosperous, was it prosperous?
O people coming from the country, tell me!