Pakistan (Happy Birthday To My Granddaughter Zaufishan) Poem by Akhtar Jawad

What surprises you my dear granddaughter?
Is it a desert, a forest or the green meadows?
Remains of snowfall or music of the fall of water?
You see something wonderful through the windows!
One of the best in the world is its scenery.
It's your lovely Pakistan and it's full of greenery.

Do you see crops of wheat or the golden cotton yields?
Is it a harvest followed by a fare of dances and joys?
Do you see strongly built soldiers marching behind the fields?
They're holding guns; can't bring it for you but books and toys.
We love peace, love tunes of flutes, love our folk songs
It's your lovely Pakistan and it knows to correct the wrongs.

Anything that is dear to you, to me is truly dear,
Your future is associated with this great nation
I do hereby solemnly affirm, state on oath and I swear,
No alternate was left for us but its creation.
We shall not merely depend on skies for the rainfalls,
It's your lovely Pakistan with a system of canals.

The train will let you muse with the nation's beauty,
Mountains, forests, deserts and the shores so grand,
Happy birthday to you be committed to your duty,
You have to serve and defend your holy motherland,
You are born to bring back waters in the canals,
It's your lovely Pakistan; seriously listen to its calls.