Mawa Thandiya Chava

When a mother passes, the sanctuary of the maternal home is lost

And when a father passes, the courtyard of the house feels empty

I pray that no one’s brothers should ever depart

For with them, the vibrant fair of life turns into a wasteland

And those whose sons, alas, have passed away

Do you think they only weep a little?

Of all the ailments, the most formidable of all

Is this agony known as separation

For brothers are the ones who feel each other's pain

And brothers serve as each other's strengthening arms

O Mohammad [Self-reference to the original poet, Mian Muhammad Baksh], a father is the crown upon one's head

And mothers are like the cool, comforting shade

Indeed, mothers are like the cool, comforting shade

I had gone out to play with my companions [Saiyaan: female friends/peers]

A daughter, a maiden [Kudi: girl/maiden] remembers her mother

She remembers her in the pangs of her mother's separation

She feels this deeply

She senses this sorrow

That I had gone out to play with my companions

And my glass bangles ended up shattered

Had my mother been alive, she would have bought me new ones

But I feel a shy hesitation [Sanga: bashfulness/modesty] to ask my father