Ali Akbare Layla, Noore chashmae Layla, Mahe Anware Layla

Ali Akber son of Layla, the apple of Layla’s eyes, Layla’s luminous moon

Teri shaadi Rachaun, tujhe dulha banau, Yehi Ummide Layla

Let me prepare your wedding, let me make you a groom, these are the hops of his mother (describing Ali Akbars youth)

Meri Ghod ka Paala, Laga Zulm ka Bhaala, Yehi Dardae Layla

She raised you in her laps, yet you were snatched away from her, this is the pain of your mother

Mere ghar ka ujala, mere naazoka pala, Dilo jaanae Leyla

The light of my house, the one I painstakingly brought up – the heat and soul of his mother

Tujhe mendhi lagawun, Dulhan shaadi rachawun, yehi dard e Layla

Let me put mendhi on your hands, my groom let me prepare your wedding – this is the pain of you mother

Teri laash jo aayi, bhari koon me paayi, Jigar jaane Layla

When your corpse was brought, I hugged your bloody body - the heart and life of your mother