Why did you part me from yourself, dear father, why? <br />You've given houses with two stories to my brothers, <br />And to me, a foreign land? Why dear father, why? <br />We (daughters) are just cows tied to your peg, <br />Will move on to where ever you drive us to, dear father. <br />We are just flower-buds of your garden, <br />And are asked for, in every household, dear father. <br />We are just birds from your cage, <br />Will fly off when its dawn again, dear father. <br />I've left at home, alcoves full of dolls; <br />And parted from my buddies too, dear father. <br />When my palanquin passed beneath the terrace, <br />My brother fainted and fell, dear father. <br />As I remove the curtain from the palanquin, <br />I see we've reached the beloved's house, dear father. <br />Why did you part me from yourself, dear father, why?<br /><br />Amir Khusro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-father-11/
