Jo soii thhi woh aaj talwar hai

Galey fatah ko ab laga loongii main

Watan saaf tujhko bacha loongii main

The Call of the Russian Woman

Setting hundreds of rose gardens afire

Autumn has burst upon my garden

Lightning strikes from every branch

Raising red storms from every flower

I will drive out autumn from my garden

I’ll save you come what may, my country

My strengths will no longer go waste

Life and work are no longer mistrustful of each other

My name no longer stands for weakness

I no longer have a yoke tied around my neck

I will not put that yoke around my neck again

I’ll save you come what may, my country

My life is no longer a hub of sorrows

My forehead is not a resting place for feet

I am fire too, not just a drop of dew

I am not less than anyone in any way

How can I now step back from others

I’ll save you come what may, my country

I who was heedless am today mindful

What was once a lullaby is today a rallying cry

What was once a song is today a clamour

What was once a needle is today a sword

I will now embrace victory

I’ll save you come what may, my country

Hausla

Tu khursheed hai baadlon mein na chhup

Tu mehtaab hai jagmagana na chhorh

Tu shokhi hai shokhu riaayat na kar

Tu bijli hai bijli jalana na chhorh

Abhi ishq ne haar maani nahiin

Abhi ishq ko aazmaana na chhorh

Courage

You are the sun; don’t hide behind the clouds

You are the moon; don’t stop shining

You are a coquette; make no concessions in your coquetry

You are the lightning; never stop striking

Love has not conceded defeat yet

Don’t stop testing love just yet

Garbhwati

Sun raha hoon yahi besaut karahaein kab se

Hai magar karb hamesha se siwa aaj ki raat

Na tu soya hai no soyega Khuda aaj ki raat

Daii khaamosh kharhi khol rahi hai afyuun

Ghantiyan bajti hain masjid mein dua hoti hai

Neend hii aisi marizon ki dua hotii hai

Pehle bachche mein hua kartii hai takleef aksar

Aakhri ho ke uththa rakha hai toofan iss ne

Kar diya maa ko bhi, dai ko bhi halkaan iss ne

Aise mauluud se duniya ka bhala kya hoga

Kulbulaane se humakne ka hai andaaz juda

Maa se anjaam juda, baap se aaghaaz juda

Kokh se uski bahar haal pur ummeed rahein

Kehte hain garbhwati itni bhi masoom nahiin

Raakshas hoga ke avatar, yeh maloom nahiin

Iss tazabzub se thakey zehn ko mil jaaye nijaat

Be-asar hai jo dawa kaam dua kar jaaye

Maa se kuchh khauf nahiin, kokh mein bachcha mar jaaye

Aur jarrah yeh kehtein hain ke yeh paap ka phal

Aaj akela nahiin marta hai to maa bhi mar jaaye

Aur yeh kashmakash-e sood-e ziyaan bhi mar jaaye

Yeh bhi mumkin hai ke bachcha jisse hum samjhein hain