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Excuse me, friends...
I'm here to tell you something
There's something you must know about me
Excuse me, friends, I'm here to tell you something
There's something you must know about me
I'm young, I come from abroad...
I seek to live in your hearts
Excuse me, friends, I'm here to tell you something
There's something you must know about me
What do I say about you, beloved nation?
You are quite incomparable
The scent of your soil, I love. I worship you
You come from my country. Tell me...
How is my beloved country?
How is my beloved nation?
Do people still sleep in the shade of the Neem, in their fields?
Do children still play their lovely games?
Do grandmothers still tell tales of the kings and the queens?
Do mothers still sing lullabies to put their children to sleep?
On harvest-day, do people still dance the Bhangra?
Do they still beat the drums during colourful weddings?
Do the eateries there still serve maize-bread?
Do the plaits of beautiful girls still fly at the fairs?
I bring with me the scent of your nation's soil
Excuse me, friends, I'm here to tell you something
There's something you must know about me
O beloved nation, I could die for you
You are my pride, you are my glory
You are my life, I could die for you
You are my desire, I'm known because of you
In you, I have faith. For you, I could sacrifice myself
Do the waves in the Chenaub still speak of love?
Do the gamely winds still give you the heady feeling?
Do people still sing ghazals authored by Ghalib and Mir?
Do they still hold their colourful gatherings?
Does vermicelli-porridge still make the Idd fragrant?
Do they still have fairs on every festival?
Do they still sing a bridal song for the bridegroom?
Do they still distribute sweetmeats to celebrate happiness?
Embrace me...
I'm very much like you
Excuse me, friends, I'm here to tell you something
There's something you must know about me
I don't like it here, in this alien land
Nothing seems to be for real
Love is worth nothing...
...there are no compassionate words to listen to
My loved ones, have spurned me...
...and strangers have accepted me
I've forgotten what my threshold looked like...
...I miss my folks very much
I have sympathies for you...
...do not treat me like a stranger
Excuse me, my friends, I'm here to tell you something
There's something you must know about me
I'm a young man from abroad.
I seek a place in your hearts.