Neither are we Muslims nor Hindus;
We are Flowers of the self-same vase.
Success will certainly kiss our shoes;
We are working for the self-same cause.
We brave the dangers courageously;
We break the bars that came in our way.
Our love will conquer undoubtedly
The hearts of those who have gone astray.
We know Enmity some men worship;
Condemnable black sheep they are all.
History proves our long fellowship;
Hatred is bad and causes a fall.
Ours is the Flag aloft in the World;
Its hues our Love, Truth and Honesty.
Weapon of non-violence we should hold
If we want to prove our majesty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem