I'm telling all of you, a story;
It belongs to Zulfiquar Ali;
Now he is no longer on the land,
But still leads the peace-rally.
We still remember you Zulfiquar;
No matter, if you are so far;
We can see you in the dark sky,
You twinkle like a bright star.
When you martyred by the General;
Millions eyes were tearful on your funeral;
They were crying on their hero's death,
You were assassinated by a cruel.
You are still famous, Mr.Bhutto;
We could never forget your motto;
You are still alive for the people,
Their homes are decorated with your photo.
If your life became so short;
But you are alive in the fan's heart;
The shadow of darkness must shrink,
Your wisdom's new day will start.
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I would like to translate this poem
No doubt he was a great leader.