You wanted to grow thorny bushes in our fields
So that they spread all our wisdom
On the ground
And the feet of our thoughts
Wherever they want to go
Come back wounded
You wanted to water these thorny bushes
With the fresh blood of thousands of our children
But now you have seen that as soon as the sun of our bright thoughts
Falls these thorny bushes of yours
Have you thought
That these thorny bushes of black gunpowder
Flow only in the barren land of black thoughts
And our land
A lovely confluence of philosophy
Lotus flowers bloom in the lakes of this land
Which are the result of strong renunciation These are the symbols of our character
The seats of gods and goddesses
Every part of this earth has the fragrance of saffron
Which is the unique colour of the leaders
And whose vision
Gives shape to the divine eye too
Our earth grows Chinar trees
Whose green-cool shade
Gives peace to the mind
We will uproot these thorny bushes of yours from the root
Now the whole world does not need these thorny bushes of terror
But the fragrant flowers of peace
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