ڪهڙي بازار ۾ هوءَ وڪامي ٿي؟
روز وڪجي وري وڪامي ٿي.
عُمر هن جي غريب جي ڏيئي وانگر،
پَلَ ۾ ٻري وري اجهامي ٿي.
لڳي ٿي قبر جي چادرن وانگر،
هر هر پئي وڪامي ٿي.
سُورَ ميڙي کڻي ٿي هوءَ جڳَ جا،
نور ڏيئي هوءَ سدا وسامي ٿي.
دِلرُبا بڻجي نه سگهي هوءَ ڪنهن جي،
دل کي ڪنهن جي نه هوءَ اگهامي ٿي.
Where She Is Being Sold?
Where she is being sold?
She is traded time and again
Her life resembles like earthen lamp of poor
Lit on and extinguish, and lit on
She is like the sheets of graves
Taken off for selling in markets again and again
Amassing the sorrows of the world
Giving off her lights, she goes off
She could not become the beloved of someone
She is not chosen by any heart