The state of Punjabi
admin on December 31st, 2008
Farid, do not slander the dust, hate the dust Nothing is so great as dust When we are alive it is below our feet When we are dead it is above us Eat dry bread and drink cold water Farid, if you see someone else’s buttered bread, do not envy him for it Farid, my clothes are black and my outfit is black I wonder, I am full of sin Yet people call me a dervish, a holy man. For the past hour, my little sister has been chanting these verses, first in their original Punjabi, then
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The state of Punjabi
