Oh, Motherland! Your fragrance perfumed the garden
Why not? You are such a majestic flower.
Oh, Motherland! Your light is seen in the whole galaxy
Why not? You are such a shining star.
Oh Motherland! your melodies echo the corners
Why not? You are such a pleasant song.
Oh, Motherland! The poet is very unskilled but his words reach the heart
Why not? He is praising a beautiful poetry.
Oh Motherland! they’re still doubting my love
Why don’t they take my hand and cut my veins
Certainly, they will see Tricolour flowing
Why don’t they rip my chest and pull out my heart
Verily they will see your name written down
by ARMAN QURESHI