Sajan Gay Pardees
I beg you with my hands tied, do not go abroad
All my friends will make fun of me who are my enemies. Don't go abroad
The taunts will end in tears. Don't go to my little foreign land
I will die without you dear i obey don't go abroad obey my say don't go abroad
He turned away from me and swore that he would leave
Friends who have gone abroad do not return
Friends who have gone abroad do not return
Desolate streets do not return
Desolate streets do not return
Hi, I don't feel dizzy, I don't look, I don't feel dizzy
We are tired of sitting in the streets
We are tired of sitting in the streets
They are tired of listening to others
They don't show a moon-like face
Desolate streets do not return
They don't even look, they don't look around
When the memories of this little man come
When the memories of this little man come
There are tears in my eyes
There are tears in my eyes
Even at night the poor eyelids do not sleep
Even at night the poor eyelids do not sleep
Desolate streets do not return
They don't even look, they don't look around
Summer changes are everywhere
Summer changes are everywhere
Come back Zaryab springs have come
Come back Zaryab springs have come
Friends never oppress friends
Desolate streets do not return
Alas, they do not appear
I beg you with my hands tied, do not go abroad
All my friends will make fun of me who are my enemies. Don't go abroad
The taunts will end in tears. Don't go to my little foreign land
I will die without you dear i obey don't go abroad obey my say don't go abroad
All my friends will make fun of me who are my enemies. Don't go abroad
The taunts will end in tears. Don't go to my little foreign land
I will die without you dear i obey don't go abroad obey my say don't go abroad
He turned away from me and swore that he would leave
Friends who have gone abroad do not return
Friends who have gone abroad do not return
Desolate streets do not return
Desolate streets do not return
Hi, I don't feel dizzy, I don't look, I don't feel dizzy
We are tired of sitting in the streets
We are tired of sitting in the streets
They are tired of listening to others
They don't show a moon-like face
Desolate streets do not return
They don't even look, they don't look around
When the memories of this little man come
When the memories of this little man come
There are tears in my eyes
There are tears in my eyes
Even at night the poor eyelids do not sleep
Even at night the poor eyelids do not sleep
Desolate streets do not return
They don't even look, they don't look around
Summer changes are everywhere
Summer changes are everywhere
Come back Zaryab springs have come
Come back Zaryab springs have come
Friends never oppress friends
Desolate streets do not return
Alas, they do not appear
I beg you with my hands tied, do not go abroad
All my friends will make fun of me who are my enemies. Don't go abroad
The taunts will end in tears. Don't go to my little foreign land
I will die without you dear i obey don't go abroad obey my say don't go abroad
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Writer(s): Iqbal Hussain Lashari
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