Imran Khan "40 pra" lyrics

40 pra

Tikhe ni nain ode, Kale ni wal weh,Jadon oh hasse menu lagdi kamaal weh,Betha main ode naal, Pucheya main oda haal,Meri naah fikar tu kar meri Zina. (Zina means Soni in arabic)

Arban de 40 Praa piche paje ahe,Natheya main baar nu, Sida apne ghar nu,Arbi da piche mere lageya tuphaan,Menu pata ki aide ine sare praah.

Duuji diary ake, Arban da paagal Piyo,Puri oh jaanj laike, Age sade buhe nu,Menu oh kenda "Dekh, aide naal viah kar hun",Sochaan main kere pangeya'ch fasgeya hun.

Haan chaal tur chaliyeh ni nathke Dubai,Ni ticketaan weh do 1st class di lahin,Apna weh Passport nah bhul jahin,Veeraan nu ume tu nah dassdin.Jadon akh khulgayi, Meri Zina tur gahi,Mere naal ake baige ode 40 ne Praa.

Arban de 40 Praa piche paje ahe,Natheya main baar nu, Sida apne ghar nu,Arbi da piche mere lageya tuphaan,Menu pata ki aide ine sare praah.

Arban de 40 Praa piche paje ahe,Natheya main baar nu, Sida apne ghar nu,Arbi da piche mere lageya tuphaan,Menu pata ki aide ine sare praah.

Haan chaal tur chaliyeh ni nathke Dubai,Ni ticketaan weh do 1st class di lahin,Apna weh Passeport nah bhul jahin,Veeraan nu ume tu nah dassdin.Jadon akh khulgayi, Meri Zina tur gahi,Mere naal ake baige ode 40 ne Praa.

Arban de 40 Praa piche paje ahe,Natheya main baar nu, Sida apne ghar nu,Arbi da piche mere lageya tuphaan,Menu pata ki aide ine sare praah.

Arban de 40 Praa piche paje ahe,Natheya main baar nu, Sida apne ghar nu,Arbi da piche mere lageya tuphaan,Menu pata ki aide ine sare praah.Lyrics from eLyrics.net

40 brothers

Tikhe ni nain odheBeautiful are her eyes

Kaale ni waal ve jado O Hassey meinu lagdi kamaal veBlack are her hair...when she laughs she looks just stunning

Baigya mein ode naal Puchya mein Odha haal.I sat along side her and asked about her (Greeted her)

Meri naa fikar tu kar meri ZeenaDon't you worry about me my dear Zeena

Araban de Chali Bhra pichey mere aaye.40 brothers of that Arab Girl started chasing me.

Naseya mein bahr nu...sidha apne ghar nu.I ran straight to my house.

Arbi da pichhey mere lageya Toofan hai.A storm of Arabs is chasing me

Meinu pata ki ehde ene saare bhra san.How was I supposed to know thjat she had so many brothers.

Dooji dihadi aakey Arban da Pagal PeyoThe Next day the crazy father of the Arab Girl

Poori oh Janj le ke aageety sade boohe nuCame with a full marriage procession at our door.

Meinu O Kehenda ve...ehde naal viaah kar hunHe said to me...Now you will have to marry her.

Socho mein kehde pangeya vich pe gaya hunJust think in How big trouble I was!

Han Chal Tur Chaliye ve Nas ke Dubai.Oh! Let's elope to Dubai.

Apna ve [passportv na bhul jayeAnd dobn't you forget your Passport

Veeran nu ovein tu naa das daiAnd Don't you tell your brothers about it.

Ohdo akh khulgayi...meri Zeena Tur gayiWhen my eyes opened...My Zeena had walked away

Mere nall aake beh gayew ohde Chali ku bhraand her 40 brothers were sitting beside me