Mere Warga

Don't keep standing out in the sun, [Ni: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly]

Or your complexion will turn dark, just like mine

I've already won the lottery of life, but you’ll face a struggle

You’ll end up stuck with some [Malang: a carefree, nomadic wanderer or dervish-like soul] like me

You will weep then, while kneading the dough

You’ll flip through books, weighing your sins and virtues

You’ll think, "If only I had preserved my beauty"

"Why am I roasting grains for this little brat?"

When you finally go to sleep, exhausted and defeated

Your tresses will yearn for running fingers

Tell me, will you cry or will you be happy

When someone starts pestering you, just like me?

Don't keep standing out in the sun, [Ni: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly]

Or your complexion will turn dark, just like mine

I've already won the lottery of life, but you’ll face a struggle

You’ll end up stuck with some [Malang: a carefree, nomadic wanderer or dervish-like soul] like me

Don't keep standing out in the sun, [Ni: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly]

Girls of your age keep their faces covered

They are forced to maintain a veil against the world

The dust flies from the passing cars

The rising grit has become like a terrorist

Why don't you have any concern at all?

You keep your face revealed to the world

Lovers pull the reins of their hearts seeing you

They pass by with deep respect and etiquette

Use your charms to swindle some powerful rich man

Cheat the [Chaudhary: a village head/landowner] Ranjha out of his milk and pudding

Deceive the luck-filled Heer from the poet Waris Shah

Why are you trying to rob a [Nang: a destitute person with no material possessions] like me?

Don't keep standing out in the sun, [Ni: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly]

You intentionally keep a frown upon your forehead

Yet sometimes you lock eyes and share a smile

If I look at you, you call me a debauchee

If I don't look, you call it my arrogance

There is kohl in your eyes and mischief too

Why is that frown on your brow such a riddle?

I can't even understand a simple, straight talk

Yet you have a mastery over twisted games

Why do people guess why you show such style?

Even the sun has tried its hand at competing with you

[Kaka: Self-reference to the artist] is thriving on the interest of his dark skin

But you won't find a character/style quite like mine

Don't keep standing out in the sun, [Ni: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly]

Or your complexion will turn dark, just like mine

I've already won the lottery of life, but you’ll face a struggle

You’ll end up stuck with some [Malang: a carefree, nomadic wanderer or dervish-like soul] like me

Don't keep standing out in the sun, [Ni: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly]

Or your complexion will turn dark, just like mine

I've already won the lottery of life, but you’ll face a struggle

You’ll end up stuck with some [Malang: a carefree, nomadic wanderer or dervish-like soul] like me

Don't keep standing out in the sun, [Ni: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly]

Use your charms to swindle some powerful rich man

Cheat the [Chaudhary: a village head/landowner] Ranjha out of his milk and pudding

Deceive the luck-filled Heer from the poet Waris Shah

Why are you trying to rob a [Nang: a destitute person with no material possessions] like me?

Don't keep standing out in the sun, [Ni: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly]