PoemKe Saawan Aaya {Rains Have Come}
Author / PoetAmir Khusrau
ReferenceTranslated

Amman meray baba ko bhaijo ri – Ke saavan ayaa
Beti tera baba to boodha ri – Ke saavan ayaa
Amman meray bhai ko bhaijo ri – Ke saavan ayaa
Beti tera bhai to baala ri – Ke saavan ayaa
Amman meray mamu ko bhaijo ri – Ke saavan ayaa
Beti tera mamu to baanka ri – Ke saavan ayaa

Translation-

Dear Mom, send my dad across; the rainy season has come.
Oh, dear daughter, how can I?
Your dad’s too old; the rainy season has come.
Dear Mom, send my brother across; the rainy season has come.
Oh, dear daughter, how can I?
Your brother’s too young; the rainy season has come.
Dear Mom, send my uncle across; the rainy season has come.
Oh, dear daughter, how can I?
Your uncle’s too dandy; the rainy season has come.

Amir Khusrau
Amir Khusrau
Region: Southern Asia
Period: Medieval
Movement: Sufi

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