ROz naya kapde penkar meri rhe gurzar se gurzar jati ho
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Wah wAh
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ROz naya kapde penkar meri rhe gurzar se gurzar jati ho,
Meri jaan sach sach batao ye kapde kaha se churati ho.
A mother serves her sugar with
A bit of peppermint
To clarify the passages
That carry what she meant
When she first set to bear a soul
Quite separate from her own,
Whom she would cherish, yet must teach
To live and die alone.