Childhood musings

Ammi would recite this little poem to us:


Chiree ki paapaa yahaan beth

Chireen ki paapaa yahaan beth

Daana khaa

Paani pi

Phhooo urjaaa


She would hold out my hand, palm side up, her finger doing a tap dance in the center of my tiny palm and then with the last line she would lift her finger making an upward arc  into the air to trace the path of a bird flying away.


Do you know the origin of this poem?