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Mother I’ve Been Saved

I’ve been saved Mother, Mother I’ve been saved
The henna of your blood has dyed every pore of my almost being

Had I been allowed to form, each feature would have still filled with blood
Had light come to my eyes they would have been lined with the kohl of acid

I would have been bartered in satta-watta or been useful for an honour killing
Every dream would have been unfulfilled 

Had I grown even a little, my father would have diminished in stature
Had my scarf slipped just a little, my brother’s proud turban would have tumbled

Before I could hear your lullaby, I went into my own unborn sleep
I came from an unknown land, Mother I am lost in an unknown land

I’ve been saved Mother, Mother I’ve been saved
The henna of your blood has dyed every pore of my almost being

I’ve been saved Mother

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