Beholding your appearance, Oh Nijaam I offer myself in sacrifice. Amongst all the girls, my scarf is the most soiled, Look, the girls are laughing at me. This spring, please dye my scarf for me, Oh Nijaam, protect my honour. In the name of Ganj-e Shakar (Nizamuddin Aulia's pir) , Protect my honour, Oh beloved Nijaam. Qutab and Farid have come in the wedding procession, And Khusrau is the loving bride, Oh Nijaam. Some have to fight with the mother-in-law, While some with sisters-in-law, But I have you for support, Oh Nijaam
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