Salaam, Salaam, My Native Land Poem by Mohammad Younus

Salaam, Salaam, my native land!
Shines under the skies blue;
The morning-breezes soft, the brooks roar,
And voices of the singing birds echo,
The bright sun that rises upon the valley,
We love its awful shimmering;
Welcome morning, goodbye night!
My native Land-Good Morning!
You will shine for long hours, as sun will rise,
To give the light and music birth;
But most houses in my gloomy mother land,
Are deserted and desolate - for dead are abiding there;
Wild beasts are gathering on their gates;
Dogs, wolves, and jackals howling around,
Filling up the hearts with terror.

Mykoul