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Thank you.

Summoned to the sickbed.

Oh, God.

The dying platitudes of the half-dead.

Arranging the pillows.

The stench.

All the time thinking.

For me.

When will the devil take me?

To friends.

Shh.

Quiet.

Hades has withered her.

And wither my desire.

Onyeka.

You're a man of exotic tastes.

Would you?

Could you?

I have.

Once.

For a bet.

Oh.

Well, in that case, what about the charming Princess Volkonsky?

Or perhaps our delightful hostess, her mother?

Or both together?

Is our philanderer an assignation?

No, gentlemen.

Oh, another quarter, then.

A headache.

Oh. Until tomorrow.

And tomorrow.

And tomorrow.

When will the devil take me?

Invitations.

Invitations.

Invitations.

What's this?

My uncle is dying.

Finally.

He wants me to visit him, pay my respects.

Oh, God.

The sickbed.

Administering medicine.

If I might say, sir, his passing may prove to your benefit financially.

Yes, dear.

Needs must.

He hoped to see you before he died.

I woke your uncle at dawn.

I will follow a different regime to that of my uncle.

The notary is here to see you.

I, Nikolai Alekseevich Anegin, born in the year 1768, being

in healthy mind and stable memory, departing from this transitory world to

face God, leave all the real estate and other property that belongs to me to the

only son of my younger brother, Evgeny Vasilievich Anegin.

I leave my Prokoske estate, that is in the Pruskov province, with a 20-window

stone house.

I leave my 500 souls, who have loved and respected and worked hard for their

master.

I leave the villages, Gerilova, Tushina, Babkina.

And I leave the water meadows that lie along the Sorot River, between lakes at

Kasagorovo.

I leave my own house in Moscow, that is near the Church of the Raising of the

Cross.

I leave these documents for you.

Should they meet with your approval, you sign this.

I saw you with a young girl yesterday.

Who was she?

A local girl.

Your uncle used to lend her books sometimes.

And you are continuing this noble tradition?

Yes. This is the book she borrowed?

Yes.

Some landowners came to see you while you were out.

No visitors.

Supposing they call again?

Tell them I'm in mourning.

You're poaching.

Who are you?

I could shoot you.

But... I've been hunting in these woods all my life.

My name's Lenski.

Vladimir Lenski?

From Krasnogorin?

No. Can't say I've heard of it.

It's the neighboring estate.

So?

So. It's a tradition.

Our estate has mutual hunting rights with this estate. It goes back for

centuries. Yes, but I don't.

You're olden Egan's nephew, aren't you?

And if I was?

I'd bow.

Then bow.

So, are you going to shoot me then?

Maybe, for your warbling.

Poor Schubert, his body's barely in the grave and his work's being butchered by

amateurs. Have you eaten?

No. Are you hungry?

Yes. Then come and have lunch.

And then you'll shoot me? Only if you're dull.

And bring your spoils.

Just mine.

At least

the dogs appreciate Aeneas.

Rustic cookie. As do I, but then I'm not accustomed to the fine cuisine of

Petersburg.

Oh?

So, do you plan to stay here?

Maybe.

You surprise me.

Why? Surely it's no more surprising than the graduate of a great...

German university pursuing his poetic ambitions here in the country?

That's different, you see.

I was born here.

My inspiration is here.

Your inspiration?

Mm-hmm. A woman.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

But, I mean, don't you long to return to glamorous Petersburg and squander your

inheritance?

On what?

Petersburg, Monday night.

The Vorontsov's, asphyxiated all evening by the Herculean halitosis of the

General Dachoff.

Tuesday night, Chevalier guards a ball, a heaving pack of furs and spurs.

Wednesday, a salon listening to a young poet's insufferably vapid verses.

No offence, but I could continue.

It sounds terrible.

It is.

Thank you for lunch.

I must go.

Go? Where is there to go?

I'm expected somewhere.

Where? The Laurens. Who are they?

Neighbours. Neighbours?

Tell me, I'm intrigued.

What do you talk about?

Animal husbandry or jam-making or do you all gather round the piano and sing off

-key? Surely no worse than Petersburg.

Touché.

Please, come again.

Is that an order? No, it's a request.

Well, I shall consider it. Have a pleasant evening with your... your

inspiration.

You should come and meet her.

Well, maybe.

Why, I knows not.

They're all longing to meet you.

Oh, dear.

Neighbours.

Hello?

Hello?

They must be in the garden.

I'll go and find them.

By the white porcina blooms a gelder rose.

White as snow its blossom, tall and fair it grows.

Underneath its branch stands a love-lorn maid.

Thinking of the horseman, why is she afraid?

Your daughter sings well.

I fear she does not, but it's kind of you to say so.

Linganberry water, Mr. Negan. Thank you.

It can be rather bitter.

No, it's most refreshing.

Are you enjoying the country?

Most pleasurable, yes.

I imagine you find it rather lacking in sophistication.

No, not at all.

Will you be staying long?

I haven't decided yet.

You're fortunate to have the choice.

Marriage brought me here.

Your husband is... Consumption.

I'm sorry.

Good night, First Madam Yegan.

He told me my singing desecrated Schubert. Ah, yes, but now Mademoiselle

Olga has erased the memory.

Thank you, Monsieur Negan. Should I sing another?

There isn't time.

We'll be dining soon.

Afterwards, perhaps.

Yes, I could sing the song that I wrote for you. Ah, Monsieur Negan, this is my

other daughter, Tatiana.

You don't believe me. I'm serious.

Oh, it's so wonderful to meet you. It was my mother who has so much about you.

She taught me how to make it, but I never quite came up to her. Are you

acquainted with Vladimir's poems, Monsieur Lagan?

Sadly, no.

He reads them aloud to me. Well, a poet must address his muse.

After he publishes his first collection, we hope to live in Petersburg.

Or perhaps we'll be neighbours.

Perhaps. I look forward to it.

Les amoureux, n'est-ce pas?

They live in a dream.

Pay no attention to reality.

I can't wait to go.

Mademoiselle Olga, if you want to live in the monde, you will have to improve

your conversation.

Monsieur Tricot is attempting to introduce my daughters to the greatest

subtleties of the French language and to some of the more fashionable ideas of

the day.

Russia has but the facade of a civilized society.

At heart... She's uncouth, devoid of delicacy.

Which is why an understanding of France and her literature is de rigueur in

society. You think so?

I believe you are from Petersburg, Monsieur Onegin.

Indeed. Do you know it? Of course.

I was in the emploi of the Baranov family.

Naturally, you know the General and his charming wife.

Baranov.

Yes, it does sound familiar.

Wasn't there some scandal? The youngest daughter and her... her tutor.

That was another Baranov, I believe.

Possibly.

Andrei Petrovich is interested, as your neighbor, to know what you intend to do

with your uncle's estate. I had to confess I have no idea.

Do with it.

Oh, will you stay here and farm it yourself?

No, I propose to rent it.

Rent it?

To whom?

To the people who farm it.

Serves. Serfdom is a feudal practice. No civilized society should condone it.

I'll drink to that.

Preposterous.

Dangerous. Surely, Mr. Onegin, your uncle did not leave you his estate to

serve your whim.

Is there any good reason why one should be bound by the wishes of the dead?

I think there is every good reason. This country has no need of political

experiments.

Why should one human being own another because of an accident of birth?

Tatiana, you do have some odd ideas.

Real life brings us all to our senses.

Don't you think, Mr. Onegin?

It hasn't brought me to mind, madam.

Um... Yes?

When might we... Might you...

Be returning home to Petersburg, sir.

There are a number of imminent engagements.

Cancel them, sir.

Cancel them?

You astonish me, sir.

I astonish myself.

Mademoiselle Larimer.

Miss Jan Jegen.

You've come alone?

I was wondering if I might borrow a book.

Any particular book?

A novel, perhaps.

Any particular novel?

No.

Are you familiar with Richardson?

Yes, I am.

I find him quite verbose.

Verbose?

My mother is suspicious of the influence of literature.

The influence on whom?

Anyone.

Me, really.

But my uncle wasn't. It seems that he was fond of you.

I read aloud to him when he became ill.

That was kind of you.

He was kind to me after my father died.

May I look?

Please.

Product of idleness.

Idleness.

Are these your friends?

No.

Acquaintances.

Is Petersburg really as you draw it?

I draw it as I see it.

Strange.

You don't share your sister's craving for the city.

I like the country.

This may interest you.

I've just had it sent.

Rousseau's...

La Nouvelle Heloise.

It's a novel written in the form of letters which pass between two lovers.

I

should go.

As you wish.

Thank you.

Were you serious about renting your land to the serfs?

Yes. Yes.

But the truth is, I'm idle, Mademoiselle Lauren.

I don't want the responsibility of managing the estate myself.

I'm sorry if I disappoint you.

Twelve pounces. Did you see that?

Come on, you give it a try.

Hmm.

Very good.

Not easy. You see, it's all in the flatness of the stone and the action of

the wrist.

You're right. Not easy.

You're restless, aren't you? Am I?

I'm resting.

Perfectly content?

Let the indescribable remain so.

You are indescribable.

Bacchini, would you read some of my poems?

Why?

I'd appreciate your opinion.

My praise, you mean?

I can take criticism, you know.

A freak amongst poets.

Why assume my work is bad?

I don't. I'm sure it's... It's superb.

Well, read it, damn you.

Look, it's Tanya.

Tanya?

Tatiana, Olga's sister.

She's always wandering about here.

Ah, now, you see, if I'd been a poet like you, I suspect I'd have chosen

Tatiana rather than Olga.

So you like Olga?

Well, I do.

So why do you prefer her sister?

I don't. I merely said if I'd been a poet like you, I think I'd have chosen

Tatiana rather than Olga.

Why? What's wrong with her?

Nothing. She's... She's perfectly... Perfectly what?

Perfectly perfect.

And you love her and she loves you, so... But you think Tatiana is what? I

don't think Tatiana is anything.

It must be very comforting to be so certain of your opinions.

But to feel so at home in the world... I don't feel at home anywhere. Why are you

so offended? I merely remarked that I just... I'm bored of your remarks.

You think Olga's provincial, don't you?

Yes.

Yes, I do, and so do you, if you're honest.

And me, I'm... Am I provincial in your mind? Yes, very.

Please, Evgeny, don't joke.

I'm not.

Well, if I'm not sophisticated enough for you...

Why do we spend all this time together?

Your sophistication or lack of it is irrelevant to me.

Is it?

Oh, hurry up, Narnia.

Shh, let her do it.

Oh, what's the point?

I know who I'm going to marry.

You'll marry a soldier.

You always say that.

And Vladimir Lenski is the least soldierly man in all Russia.

will also marry a soldier.

I don't know any soldiers.

You will.

What does it say now?

You can't change your fate.

I can't sleep.

Can't sleep.

Can't sleep?

What were you about when you were young?

When I was young.

Were you in love when you were young?

Those days we'd never heard of love.

But you were married.

That was God's will.

I was only 13.

And my Vanya was even younger.

Spent all my time crying.

They unwind my blood.

and led me to the altar.

Oh, you're not listening.

What is it?

Are you sick?

Bye.

Thank you.

We'll have to ask the officers from Legas.

Why?

Nani said Tatiana was going to marry a soldier.

She also said that you'd marry one.

And I will.

I will marry the soldier who has conquered my heart.

It's your move.

Is it?

You've just taken your

own rook.

Have I?

Oh. And we should invite Monsieur Negan.

We should, I suppose.

Out of respect to his uncle.

I think we should ask Tatiana.

It's her name day, after all.

Tanya?

I don't think he'd want to come.

No, he won't.

He's above our country way.

I think he believes himself to be.

I thought you were friends.

We are, but...

We had a disagreement.

Politics? No.

About me?

Oh, no, no.

I bet it was.

Is he my secret admirer?

Did you have to defend my honor?

What did you argue about?

Nothing of consequence.

I think he needs a friend like you.

Is that your way of saying you'd like him at your name day?

Yes, I'll come.

Come on, everyone.

Tatiana, Mr. Tricky's waiting.

Mesdames, messieurs, mesdames, messieurs, s'il vous plaît, s'il vous

plaît, silence!

Silence!

Merci.

En célébration of her name day, I would like to share with you a short ode,

which I have composed myself, en honneur de notre chère Tatiana.

On vous écoute, monsieur.

Don't I

say,

don't be late? Yes?

Why are you late?

I

thought

you said a small gathering.

I lied.

Thank you for your letter.

I would like to apologize.

I should never have declared my feelings.

Yes, but you would not be yourself had you not.

I admired your letter.

Admired? Yes.

Your candor.

I was moved by it.

However, I would not wish you to feel compromised by its being in my

possession.

It's yours.

Please.

It's yours.

Love, I am told, heightens our senses but lowers our perceptions.

I'm not someone who is made for love or marriage.

You do not return my feelings.

I cannot.

Can't you see where this leads?

A declaration?

A kiss?

A wedding?

Family?

Obligation?

Boredom?

Adultery?

Is that really the future that you had in mind for yourself?

No.

No.

I believe in the possibility of... Of what?

I'm sorry if I've upset you, but please believe me, I say this for your own

good. You are young and impressionable.

Anyone, any stranger could have stumbled into your life and aroused your romantic

imagination.

I'm sorry if I've led you to believe something else.

I am fond of you.

I think that you are.

I think that you are charming, and I'm distressed that you are in pain.

But the pain you feel today will, I suspect, leave you quite soon.

I think it will evaporate.

Then you'll be surprised that you ever felt for me.

And in time, you'll meet someone more deserving of your love.

Is that the future you predict for me?

Yes.

You interpret my heart, my nature, as you wish to believe it.

In truth, I have no secret longing to be saved from myself.

I think we should return to your guests.

Who are you looking for, Monsieur Nehan?

You.

Mademoiselle.

May I have the pleasure of the next dance?

Vladimir, just one more dance, please.

But you promised.

Please.

Please.

Thank you.

Thank you.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm dancing with Olga.

You're seducing the woman I love.

Aren't you?

If that were true, it would not be difficult.

You're blind.

Your fiancé is young and foolish.

And easy.

Mr. Twiggy?

Mr. Twiggy, have you seen Vladimir?

What? What's the matter?

It's only me.

Have you heard from Vladimir?

No. Why?

You seem to want to read so much into everything.

There he is. He's here.

I've missed you.

I've missed you.

Where have you been? I looked for you everywhere after the party. You

disappeared.

I left early.

Will you forgive me?

There is nothing to forgive.

I should not have danced with him.

You weren't jealous, were you?

You... You mean the world to me.

And you to me.

My love.

Come by tomorrow.

In the afternoon.

I'll be here.

A finely worded challenge.

I congratulate you. A shame it should be inspired by a misunderstanding so easily

resolved. You have gravely insulted your opponent.

This is his only means of satisfaction.

And I'm sure that you were very persuasive.

I need hardly remind you, sir.

That refusing would make you an object of ridicule.

So you accept, then.

Not true.

What did you say?

The rotation of the wheel. Not true.

Camshaft's probably rotting.

He's late.

He often is.

You're late!

You're late, sir.

Are we?

How late?

You're outside the 15 minutes grace permitted.

Where's your second, for God's sake?

Monsieur Guillot will act as my second.

He's a servant.

He's not acceptable.

Well, then we must abandon this charade.

Vladimir. If you wish to communicate with your opponent, you will do so

through me.

Vladimir. You arrive late.

You offer a manservant as a second.

Your behavior is offensive.

Is this necessary?

You have insulted the honor of the woman I love.

There can be no reconciliation.

This is the misunderstanding.

No reconciliation.

Please, Vladimir.

No!

Reconciliation.

So be it.

One!

The opponents shall stand 30 paces from one another.

Two!

On my signal, you will start moving towards one another.

You may fire at any time, but you must not cross the barrier marks.

3.

Following a miss, the opponents are not permitted to move.

Thus he who shoots first shall allow his opponent the same distance for returning

fire.

4.

The pistol shall be discharged in the direction of the opponent.

In the event that another opponent has been hit, both having fired, the duel

shall start again.

Ten paces.

Please take off your first positions.

He's gone Left quite suddenly

He said not to expect him back for some time

Where did he go he didn't say

I'll leave you now.

Thank you

Olga overcame her grief. I knew she would.

She's like me.

Practical.

She's made a very good match.

A hussar.

They seem very happy, both of them.

But, uh... Tatiana, she's quite a different creature.

Well, cousin, this isn't easy for me.

She's never expressed any interest in marriage. Whenever I mention it, she

just says, oh, I can't.

So that is why we've come to you.

Extraordinary. Why ever not?

Tatiana.

If I met someone I could love, I would marry him.

Love.

Love is a luxury a girl in your position cannot afford.

Then why else marry?

Because it is time you were settled.

Because you've become a burden to your poor mother.

Because you must.

Let me give you some advice.

You settle for the comfort of habit with a husband, perhaps even friendship.

You're lucky.

Then, if you insist on this penchant for love, you find it outside the marriage

bed.

If I were to marry, I would be faithful.

That's very touching. Come here, Tatiana.

Her skin is excellent.

Her demeanor needs attention.

Have you put on weight?

Marsha.

What I can hardly see with my eyes.

We can only afford to stay here in St. Petersburg for one season, cousin.

You understand? It is enough.

I will give her three presentations in select circles, very grand.

If she fails to make an impression, she will fetch up a spinster or a courtesan.

Life can be cruel.

Witness that Volkonsky girl, 30 years old, and she's still not married.

She will remain so.

Dreadful girl.

Oh, man.

Oh, my God.

What the?

Oh, my God.

Oh,

my God.

Oh, my God.

Be careful, baby.

Oh, thank you.

You need them.

Believe me.

Evgeny?

Evgeny Onegin.

Cousin. How long have you been back?

A week, maybe two.

Where have you been?

Traveling. For six years.

Is the world that interesting?

Sometimes, yes.

Congratulations on your marriage.

It was three years ago, but thank you. Oh, I apologize. I should have written.

Indeed you should. Apology accepted.

Yes, Charles.

There's a woman.

Which one?

She's just there, in the red.

I'll introduce you.

Who is she?

Come.

Good evening.

Delighted. Of course.

Ah. Will you excuse me? I'd like to make an introduction.

But of course. Good evening.

Ah.

Allow me to introduce my cousin, Evgeny Onyegin.

Monsieur Onyegin.

Mademoiselle Larin.

We've met before.

Really? Yes, cousin.

I saw you, mademoiselle, but I wasn't sure that it was you.

And?

Is it?

Yes. You seem surprised.

No.

Forgive me, merely... Will you forgive me again?

Tatiana's my wife.

Congratulations. The two of you both.

Thank you.

Perhaps you might honor an old acquaintance with the next dance

princess.

In truth, I do not care for dancing, but thank you.

Dearest, would you excuse me?

I'm glad you could come.

It's true, she never dances.

I apologize, I was not aware that she... No, my apologies.

Will you excuse me?

a dull but necessary conversation on this.

O'Neaghan has returned.

Ah, but in what guise?

Cosmopolitan or philosopher?

Bon vivant, please.

Gentleman.

Perhaps we'll call on you tomorrow.

Cards?

Perhaps.

Ah, the premature exit.

Blue Sailor Men shows.

Never really liked him.

What did the Austrian envoy have to say?

Ah, the Austrian envoy. He spent the entire evening trying to make me reveal

state secrets.

And Don Yeager, did you speak further with him?

No.

He left early, I think.

We should try to see more of him now that he's back in Petersburg.

Strange fellow.

He seemed different.

Everything all right, sir?

These cases, Guillaume.

Sir?

Unpack them.

We are staying in Petersburg, sir.

Yes.

Can I bring you anything, sir?

No. Just go back to bed.

Dearest Evgeny, I write to you.

It's all I can do.

And now I know it is in your power to punish my presuming heart.

Yet if you have one drop of pity, you'll not abandon me to my unhappy fate.

I am in love with you, and I must tell you this, oh my heart.

My heart, which belongs to you, will surely break.

I would never have revealed my shame to you if just once a week I might see you.

Exchange a word or two and then think day and night of one thing alone till

our next meeting.

But you're unsociable, they say. That the country bores you.

Is it true?

Does the country bore you?

Sometimes I wonder that you ever visited us.

Why? I'd never have known you or known this agony and fever.

I know that all my life's been leading me to this union with you.

I recognized you at first sight and knew with certainty.

I said to myself, it's him. He's come.

Help me.

Resolve my doubts.

Perhaps all this is nonsense, emptiness, a delusion, and quite another fate

awaits me.

Imagine it.

I'm here alone.

Half out of my mind.

I dread to read this over.

My secret longing.

I know that I can trust your honor.

Though I feel faint from shame and fear.

Thank you, sir.

Your shoulder.

Thank you.

I can foresee the bitter scorn blazing at me from your proud eyes when you have

read my secret sorrow.

When we first met, through chance I saw tenderness like a shooting star, but did

not dare to put my faith in it.

Then Lenski fell, which parted us still further.

Then I tore my heart away from everything it loved, rootless.

Estranged from all, I thought that liberty and peace would serve instead of

happiness. My God, how wrong I was.

How I've been punished.

No.

Day by day, to be with you, follow you everywhere, alive to every smile, each

movement of your eyes to dwell upon your soul's perfection.

Listen to your voice grow faint with yearning.

that is bliss and i'm cut off from it my time is

short each day and hour is precious yet i just drag myself around in boredom

every day a desert unless when i wake up i know the day will bring a glimpse of

you if you but knew the flames that burn in me which i attempt to beat down with

my reason

But let it be.

I cannot struggle against my feelings anymore.

I am entirely in your will.

Who was that, my dear?

Your cousin.

What did he have to say?

Just thanking us for our hospitality.

Was it badly written?

No, but unnecessary to keep.

You're cold.

oh oh

Thank you.

Monsieur Njegin.

I thought it was you.

Princess.

I said to my companion, I'm sure that's you, Njegin.

You see, I recognize you as quite some distance away.

And it is you.

You're not skating.

I cannot recommend it strongly enough.

I do have a slight blister on my left heel on account of these boots, which is

making it unbearable.

I'm sorry.

Well, my companion, she's waiting.

Thank you.

I have to see you.

Forgive me.

I would like you to leave.

I cannot.

I cannot.

Why?

Why do you pursue me like this?

Because I love you.

I love you.

What do you think you see?

A moment of triumph?

A brief scandal?

No.

Why this change?

Why has the sudden sight of me shocked you into this? I don't know.

But seeing you again, I have seen myself.

You are mistaken in what you say and in how you see me.

No.

I listened to you once all those years ago, and I feel that you acted

honorably. I do not accuse you.

Please,

Tatiana, hear me.

Please. Why?

Hear me.

Why?

Because I'm noble now.

Am I noble enough for you now?

Evgeny, you should know that this, all of this, this life, my life,

my life is empty and hollow.

And I would happily exchange all that you see around me for the life that I

had.

Yes.

Tell me that you feel nothing.

My husband is asleep upstairs.

Tell me that you love me.

I loved you once.

A long time ago.

Yeah.

You haven't forgotten.

Tatiana, thank you.

Be with me.

You told me once that my heart would heal.

So will yours, Evgeny.

And has it healed?

Has your heart healed?

Oh, God.

It hurts.

Has it healed?

I don't think so.

It hurts.

Why? Why does it hurt?

Why?

Tell me.

Tell me.

Why does it hurt? Because you are too late.

Yes, you are too late for me.

Save me.

Save me. I cannot save you.

You have to save me.

I cannot.

Tell me that you love me.

Please tell me.

Lie to me.

Tell me that you love me.

man's wife, do you understand?

And I have given him my word.

And I will be faithful to him.

I will.

You must go.

Yes, you must go. You must leave me.

Sir, may I suggest you come inside now? It's very cold.

I like the cold.

You have a letter for me.

No, sir. Yes.

Now it is the book of our nation

On which the nation is

proud Now

it is the book

of our nation

Salmani shalmani kul mawad hai Salmani shalmani kul

mawad hai Zillayda qabbal jundayda bulgharam

Qom Sulaiman khayl darabna tilgharam Qom Sulaiman khayl darabna

tilgharam

Zillai da qabal jodai da gul gharam Qom Sulaiman khail da rab na tal gharam

Qom Sulaiman khail da rab na tal gharam Ab dil hafiz bana

dil baram Rak diya sab ki umeedon ka baram

Ab dil hafiz bana dil baram Rak diya sab ki

umeedon ka baram

We are proud of him, we are proud of him.

We are proud of him, we are proud of him.

We are proud of him, we are proud of

him.

We are proud of Salim Khan Waqar.

We are proud of Salim Khan Waqar.

To support the sorrow of the nation To support the sorrow of

the nation There is only one door that is closed The

nation on which the friends are proud The nation on which the friends

are proud Vice of Sulaiman Khailji

Asif Arfan Chail Pailji, Wais Af Sulaiman

Khailji, Asif Arfan Chail Pailji,

Ashraf To Tarwi Ki Baat Hai,

Qom Ko Hai Jis Pe Yaro Naz Hai, Qom Ko Hai Jis Pe

Yaro Naz Hai.

Now it is the book of our nation, the nation on which our friends are

proud, the nation on which our friends are proud.

Whatever comes to the heart, it is on the tongue,

whatever comes to the heart, it is on the tongue.

Those who keep their promises, those who keep their

promises

Qawm Sulaiman Khayal Darabna Talwadam