Arzi

To the Honorable Principal,

Please listen to my words with care.

It is my final year in this college,

Lately, my heart is sinking with anxiety.

Cast a compassionate glance toward us.

Yes...

Yes...

The subject of this petition is the loyalty of [Yaar: close friends/brothers; carries significant cultural weight regarding loyalty].

Please grant approval to this request.

Don't turn me away, or hearts will fail,

I promise I’ll pass all my academic exams.

Just ensure no hearts are damaged,

Please keep this one thing in your mind.

Respected Sir.

This is my humble request to the management,

Please organize one more college camp for us.

Take us on a tour toward the mountains,

And let us take some memorable photos there.

Lift this heavy exhaustion from our heads.

Yes...

Yes...

I beg to say, time is very short,

I speak the truth, I am not joking with you.

Our teachers are like parents to us,

But I cannot survive without your future daughter-in-law.

I adore her with all my true heart,

I have loved her for three long years.

On one side, the burden of books weighs on my mind,

On the other, the fear of separation is killing me.

You have lived the college life yourselves,

Who else but you can take away our sorrows?

Even our hearts have started a protest.

Look at how grave a situation has arisen.

Give the order, and there will be a solution.

To the Honorable Principal,

Now the matter has come down to humble pleas.

In the service of the Principal,

The matter has come down to humble pleas.

It is my final year in college,

Lately, my heart is sinking with anxiety.

Cast a compassionate glance toward us.

This [Jatt: a member of the land-owning agricultural community known for pride and lifestyle] is going to bring you down.

[Saale: Playful taunt to other suitors, suggesting the singer has already 'won' the girl]... don't act like roasted meat.

Sit down quietly and keep your ears open to what I say.

Especially you, listen up!

I am a friend to my [Yaar: close friends/brothers], and death for my enemies.

I have no fear, for my death walks right beside me.

Four years have passed, and I’ve been dodging death itself.

My own people are playing games against me.

[Biba: a term of respect, here used sarcastically for a girl or rival], everyone pretends to be a hunter these days.

Many act like government dogs behind my back.

Many have become mere traders of songwriting.

Bring those great "writers" to face me.

This world is fake, and the industry is just as fraudulent.

They talk a lot, but I have no interest in them.

I was alone yesterday, and I am alone today.

I am a true friend to my [Yaar: close friends/brothers], don't mistake me for a pimp.

My enemies freeze in a pose when I begin my strike.

Only he will stand with me who is willing to walk the path with me.

I don't roar while leaning on the shoulders of strangers.

I teach myself; I have no master but myself.

Keep some distance, some tell me there's a "gap" in my flow.

They tell me they’ll hang my photo on the wall like a trophy.

It takes four of them to write just one song.

And these [Saale: Playful taunt/bastards] will teach me what rap is?

There’s no need to explain; I know it all.

I don't show off empty arrogance like those pretenders.

I have the courage to take a bullet to the chest.

Tell me, who doesn't know the people of [Majha: a central region of Punjab known for its warriors and brave history]?

I know your entire city, [Ballo: a term of endearment for a beautiful girl, often implying light/hazel eyes].

Where the sons of [Jatt: a member of the land-owning agricultural community] cause a storm.

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