Better than the entire world, is our Pakistan, We are its nightingales, and it (is) our garden abode If we are in an alien place, the heart remains in the homeland, Know us to be only there where our heart is. That tallest mountain, that shade-sharer of the sky, (It) is our
sentry,(it) is our watchman In its lap frolic those thousands of rivers, Whose vitality makes our garden the envy of ...