Bitter Almonds

No Man's Land

Daughters are like a stranger's belongings,
Sent to another's home,
Just by saying two words, three times

I accept,
I accept,
I accept,

Once again, in a foreign house,
A stranger arrives,
No one is truly their own.
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Bettiyan to paraya tann hoti hai,
Jinko kisi ghair ke ghar bhej dete hai,
Bas do boll keh ke, teen baar

Qabool hai,
Qabool hai,
Qabool hai,

Paraye ghar mein ek baar phir,
ghair aa jati hai,
Koi apna hota hi nahi.