آيَلِ اُنِ نَہ وِسَھان ھَنجُون جٖي ھارِينِ
آڻِئو آبُ اَکِيُنِ مان ڏيھَ کي ڏيکارِينِ
سَڄَڻُ جٖي سارِينِ سي نَہ رُونِ نَہ چُوَنِ ڪِي
Mother, I cannot trust in those
Whose eyes with tears do over-flow
Who bring the water to their eyes
Their sorrow to the world to show
Who love Beloved hide their...