O! The Dove of Peace,
You bear the branch of olive in the beak,
But you are in a state of war,
Sitting on the muzzle of cannon
You are busy in singing the song of love and peace,
You know well that the wolves shall turn
Their deaf ears to your songs,
They shall never value in their hearts,
Your love for peace and prosperity,
You shall remain only a tiny worthless bird
For the cruel hawks, though you know well,
Yet in this era of chaos,
Sitting on the muzzle of cannon, you are immersed
In singing the song of peace and prosperity
For inhabitants of the world.
Written by Dr. Nisar Tarabi Translated by Muhammad Shanazar
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