Roshi – روشی

My daughter, such a darling is she

Don’t say anything to Roshi

She is the abundance of my home

Don’t fight with her ever

She is my hand’s wound

Don’t say a word to her

Make a window in the (in-laws’) house

So I can see her roaming inside

Roshi is my darling daughter

Please don’t give her pain

Roshi is my darling daughter

Please don’t give her pain

Roshi’s brother will go to Hyderabad

And bring betel nut for her

She will eat half, and give the other half to her brother

O she is so dear to me

Please don’t say anything to her

She wears colourful bangles

And such exquisite scarves

With henna on her palms

Roshi is God’s favoured

She is my hand’s wound

And the jewel of my heart

Her maternal uncle will give her dowry

Her paternal uncle will give her a camel

Aunt will give her buffaloes

Her father will also give her dowry

Her maternal uncle will come dancing

Showering money on her

Buffaloes will be pulled in

All will witness the fine dowry

Please don’t hurt Roshi

Roshi is my darling daughter

My daughter will travel to Karachi

She will get in the car and go

In Karachi her brother will welcome her

Seeing him, her eyes will fill up with tears

Such a darling is she

The heart of my home, Roshi

She is the wound of her father’s hand

The jewel of her mother’s heart

The center of her brother’s universe

Don’t say anything to her

She is the jewel of my heart

Don’t fight with her ever

Translated by: Gobind Meghwar