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Punjabi Folksongs
Translation by Amarjit Chandan
He wears a tussar shirt.
O train, move slowly
You carry a passenger bound for Basra
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Better you enter my name amongst the widows
You who is off to Basra
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May the battle in Basra come to an end
The one who is destined to be a widow
may yet be wed
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Hearing the news of the war
The trees caught fire
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Without you I feel lonely here.
Come and take me along to Basra.
I will spin for you the whole night
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- About the translation:
- Poet:
- anon
- Translator:
- Amarjit Chandan
- Original language:
- Punjabi
- Issue:
- 2014 Number 3 - The Singing of the Scythe
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Original poet
anon
Women who had lost their menfolk to war composed these folksongs in the Punjab
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Amarjit Chandan
Amarjit Chandan was born in Nairobi in 1946 and studied in India at Panjab University, coming to Britain in 1980 to live in Lo...
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