Naal kusangee sang na karee-e, Kul noon laaj na laaee-e hoo

Naal kusangee sang na karee-e,
Kul noon laaj na laaee-e hoo.
Timme mool tarbooz na honde,
Torh makke lai jaaee-e hoo.
Kaan de bachche hans na theende,
Pae motee chog chugaaee-e hoo.
Kaurhe khooh na mitthe hunde,
Sai manaan khand paaee-e hoo.
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Shun the company of the ill-reputed,
Lest it should discredit your family.
Never will a bitter melon turn sweet,
Even if you take on a pligrimage to Mecca.
Never will the offspring of a crow grow into a swan,
Even if you nourish it on pearls.
Never will the water of a bitter well turn sweet,
Even if you pour tons of sugar into it.