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Awaaz Te Parvaaz (Acappello)

by Pashaura Singh Dhillon

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Peenga 04:33
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Dhean 07:19
=====TRANSLATION==== Dheeaan by Pashaura Singh Dhillon http://www.pashaurasinghdhillon.com http://www.FaceBook.com/PashauraSinghDhillon If our sons cannot be bought in the market If our sons cannot be bought in the market What makes us think our daughters are for sale? This truest of nature's gifts . . . This truest of nature's gifts. . . . . . is not a commodity that can be bought or sold If our sons cannot be bought in the market . . . This is a gift from the Creator This is a gift from the Creator Whether it is a son or a daughter . . . . . . welcome them both with open arms. You will be surprised by who they turn out to be. Both are equally essential . . . . . . for life to keep moving. If our sons cannot be bought in the market . . . Our sons are the pride of the family Our sons are the pride of the family Daughters are the honor of the community She means the world to her father. . . . . . and prays for the well-being of mothers everywhere So why are we killing our daughters? What are we saying about our own mothers? If our sons cannot be purchased in the market . . . If legacy grows on the vine with sons If legacy grows on the vine with sons Only our daughters can make it blossom She cradles her little brother . . . . . . and spreads her fragrance like a flower But how long can a garden survive . . . . . . whose own thorns ravage its tender buds? If our sons cannot be bought in the market . . . Our daughters are never weak Our daughters are never weak She is Bhago She is Bhani She has mothered a long line of rulers and kings This is her eternal story She was the leader of Jhansi She is the astronaut in space If our sons cannot be bought in the market . . . Daughter, have the courage to revolutionize the system Daughter, have the courage to revolutionize the system Change its outdated customs Customs that weigh our daughters down And chain them up with dowry It is a sweet poison for their mothers And an unbearable burden for their fathers If our sons cannot be bought in the market If our sons cannot be bought in the market What makes us think our daughters are for sale? This truest of nature's gifts . . . This truest of nature's gifts. . . . . . is not a commodity that can be bought or sold If our sons cannot be bought in the market . . .
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Originally in Punjabi, here are the translated lyrics: =====LYRICS==== Umber Di Shehzadi The victim of human's inhumanity, the Earth pleads with the Princess of the skies whose domain the fugitive from Earth is now so impatient to intrude: Listen O Princess of the Skies Let me pray for your well-being I am your sister, the Earth Do not think of me as an outsider This is an age old story We were dancing wildly At full swing I lost my grip Separated, I fell elsewhere Then the dust of time Cooled me off I made friends with a human Forgetting all about you Relinquishing all I had I handed him the keys Despite reducing my existence to dirt My yearning for him never waned But I still havent been able to understand What his humanity is Cut and partitioned into pieces I cried day and night Suckled dry By his religion, race and greed How gagged and hogtied I lay Come and take a look for yourself I cannot count the grief That he has given me Because of him, I am being ignited from the inside And my soul is burning Poisons buried beneath my ocean floors My rivers are open wounds Toxic waste fills my pores My air has become sickly Searching high mountains and deep oceans For a precious jewel he has lost What he has lost here in me He is seeking to find there in you Having given me a cancer He is now heading your way It is not that I envy you I could die tomorrow or today I worry that you are naïve, innocent Confronted with someone deceptive You are an unopened, untouched bud He is a bumblebee wearing boots He smells buds after crushing them first Twisting their branches along His quest focuses on destruction He has no use for life Before making eye contact Remind him of these words When on all fours, he stood Begging at my doorstep Today in disguise He appears at your doorstep He is a fugitive from earth Dont let him deceive you.
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released October 14, 2011

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