Women.
Sing songs of equality
There is no difference between men and women in my eyes!
Whatever great creation in the world is ever-good,
Half of them have been women, half her male
Whatever is in the world sin-heat shedding tears,
Half did not bring her, half her woman.
Who is the woman you know as the hellfire?
Tell him, the original sin is not a woman, he is the male-devil.
Or sin that Satan is not a woman nor a woman,
She is very close, so she is equal in both male and female.
In this world, flowers have flourished, fruit grown,
The woman gave her the beauty of the roast-honey-smell of sunimal.
Have seen the Taj Mahal stone, seen as many fruits,
In his heart, his maternal grandfather, Bahraite Shaw Jahan.
Lakshmi of knowledge, Lakshmi of song, Lakshmi women of cereal,
Sushma-Lakshmi women returning to form as a returning '
Men brought the birthplace of the sannyasis, the sermon, the baribah!
Due to the strength of courage on the day, the bride has fallen,
The man came in mortuary, and the woman gave honey.
The crop field is fertile,
The woman planted the grain on the field and it was fine.
There is no way out, women are drinking water, they mix the water and soil
Cropped with the golden rice rice.
Gold and silver,
Ornaments of women's organs are lavia.
Without women, the woman got married, the poet-life,
His words are poetry, the word is the song
The man did not want hunger, the woman gave it, Sudha hunger hunger,
Mahyamababite Mahishanabila bilayake bilaye birth!
The world's biggest victory is the big campaign,
Mother's sister-in-law and bridegroom have been left behind in the greatness.
No matter how many murders have been written in history,
How many women have sindhi sindhur, not written by her side
How many mothers have expressed their heart, how many sisters serve,
Who has written on the memorial pillar of hero?
In no time was the sword of a winning man,
Motivation has been given, power has given victory to Lakshmi women.
The king is ruling the kingdom, the queen ruled by the king,
The state of the queen is washed by the grief of the state
Male heartless,
Half the heart loan of the woman gave women to man.
Those who do not celebrate the eternal glory,
In memory of those who celebrate the festival of Mora,
The father of the luxury father gave birth to them.
Lava-kushe rayam in the forest, keeping Rita, Sita.
Woman she loves to love for children, loving love, Maya,
The bright shadow of Kajal's pain is in the bright eye.
Curiously repaying the loan to the male,
When he chest in the chest, that he did block the block!
He is a non-avatar-
According to the father's order, the mother who harvested the hani kutha
Ardhnarishwar-
The woman was pressed for a long time, today she is not pressed.
That age has been Basi,
In the era, there was no male slaves, women were maidened!
Age of pain, age of man, age of equality,
No one will be able to catch the prisoners.
If the male is captured in a woman, then in the era
You have died in prison, the man dies!
The religion of the era is-
If he is persecuted, he will inflict pain and will give you pain.
Hear the living creatures!
As to people shall be oppressed, the less Neuter!
Women of gold or silver ornaments
You are a prisoner, tell me, what is she oppressor?
You do not have to disclose today's craving,
Today, you remain frightened and in the back!
Eyes do not want to be seen today; Hands, table,
Tear the veil of the woman, break it, and break the chain!
The veil that you have done is fearful,
Give away the maid's sign, as far as the embellishment!
Dulali girl to catch,
Do not come back and sing songs on birds.
When did Pantu fly in the Yamaraja Nishith-Pakha,
You are filled with the darkness of his darkness!
That's the primitive tie, you're gonna be there
Full of death; On that day, the groom, on the other hand,
Nagini underworld Hades broke the income phumri mother'!
Darkness will show you the way a mother Tomari broken bangles!
Men and dogs hungry and hungry
Throwing down and lying on the ground with the Dalit!
So much so that today, if need be, today,
The hand in which the nectar is yellow, it must be poisoned in hand.
That day is not far
On the day when the men of the village gahib win!