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Punjabi Folksongs


He wears a tussar shirt.
O train, move slowly
You carry a passenger bound for Basra

                    *

Better you enter my name amongst the widows
You who is off to Basra

                    *

May the battle in Basra come to an end
The one who is destined to be a widow
may yet be wed

                    *

Hearing the news of the war
The trees caught fire

                    *

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

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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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