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Old 01-31-2013, 06:04 AM   #374
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Listening to a wonderful song composed by the Nawab of Awadh in 1857 when he was banished from Lucknow to Calcutta by the Brits.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Babul_M...org/wiki/Babul

Translation:
My father! I'm leaving home.
The four bearers lift my doli (palanquin) (here it can also mean the four coffin bearers). I'm leaving those who were my own.
Your courtyard is now like a mountain, and the threshold, a foreign country.
I leave your house, father, I am going to my beloved.
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