Our eyes yearn for greenery
The garden is a bloody mess
For whom should I sing my songs of love
The cities are all a wilderness
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Too long I have heard you preach and prate, Maulana
But so far there has been no change in my fate, Maulana
Keep to yourself your preachings of gratefulness
My heart, like an arrow, they penetrate, Maulana
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The lamp of which lights only in palaces,
That that gives happiness only to a few people,
That that flourishes under the shadow of considerations,
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Hindustan belongs to me and Pakistan belongs to me
Both of these, however, are under American hegemony
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The light which shines only in palaces
Burns up the joy of the people in the shadows
Derives its strength from others’ weakness
That kind of system,
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Bread, clothes and medicine
A little house to live in
Free education, as may right be seen
A Muslim, I, too, have always been
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If the dacoit had not had
The village guard as his ally
Our feet would not be in chains
Our victory would not defeat imply
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O the sons of decrepit system!
O the children of dark night!
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Endangered are the idle rich, bursting with cash
Crumbling walls about to crash
All the centuries’ mish-mash
Islam is not in danger
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The brand is that of Harnam Das, but the benefit goes to America
The fools are trying that the sun of America does not set.
The poor had tears in their eyes in the past, they are still in sorrow.
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