Daughters

Daughters... 

Go away from Babylon's house...

 These girls hurt a lot...

 Then where does it come back?

 These girls hurt a lot...

 Mother used to sleep by singing lullabies.

 She used to laugh when she started crying.

 Holding fingers whenever...

 Ruthjaati used to celebrate...

 Smile comes in the heart...

 These girls hurt a lot...

 Only empty houses are visible...

 And the light sobs here...

 Those who come to see say...

 Where the same innocent is seen....

 The memory of him makes me cry a lot...

 These daughters are very sad...

 Leaves Babylon's house...

 These girls hurt a lot...