A song dad loved….
…1st an attempt at translating the song (apologies for the errors Mr. Rafi).

Chal Ud Ja Re Panchi – Muhammed Rafi 

Fly your nest,
this is no longer your land,
fly your nest.

Picking tiny sticks, you built your house,
the rain came the sun came,
and your house protected you.
Don’t be sad, don’t be sad,
that all your effort did not help you.

It’s better to leave with nothing,
and give all you had to others.
Fly your nest
this is no longer your land,
fly your nest.

Forget the cool breeze,
and sitting freely from one branch to another.
The way you used to walk,
is now like a thorn in others eyes.

Who’s going to ask about that garden?
Who’s going to ask about that garden?
The one that only God is the carer.
In your destiny in living you are dying.

Fly your nest,
this is no longer your land,
fly your nest.

Your friends who used to play with you are crying,
the ones you love are with you,
from their tears take your prayers,
who knows if you will ever return to this place.

Fly your nest,
this is no longer your land,
fly your nest.

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