Watan ki Mitti - The Sands of Pakistan

Watan ki mitti Gawah Rehna,
Watan ki mitti Gawah Rehna,
Watan ki Mitti Rangeen Hai Tu,
Lahu aur hum bahaa rahay hain,
Gawah Rehna, Gawah Rehna.

Insaniyat ka wujood jaisay,
Khushi Khushi hum mita rahay hain,
Aag o Khoon ki roshi ne,
Is Sheher ko ab jagmaga rahay hain,
Watan ki mitti Gawah Rehna.

Hain nafratain har wujood main,
Hain Sazishain ab urooj pay,
In Nafratoan ki aag se,
Zarra Zarra ab jala rahay hain,
Watan ki Mitti Gawah Rehna.

Hai Muhammadi Wujood Main,
Per Ibleesiat Sujood main,
Apne hi Uloom se, Apne hi futoor se,
Nar-e-Takbeer se, Kufr hum pehla rahay hain,
Gawah Rehna, Gawah Rehna.

Yun bech ker apni Khudi,Khud hi ko ab luta bethay,
Saya-e-Khuda se ab, Khud-hi ko hum chura bethay,
Taqat Nahi mujoan main ab, Toofan kya jawab de,
Jannat ki Aarzoo main hum, Jannat luta rahay hain,
Watan ki Mitti Gawaah rehna.








- Saad

“Pity The Nation” by Khalil Gibran

 

This a poem by Khalil Gibran, a Lebanese America poet/writer. 

Was published in early 1900's and shows the current face of Pakistan

Pity The Nation…

 

Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion.
Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave,
eats a bread it does not harvest,
and drinks a wine that flows not from its own wine-press.
Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero,
and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful.
Pity a nation that despises a passion in its dream,
yet submits in its awakening.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice
save when it walks in a funeral,
boasts not except among its ruins,
and will rebel not save when its neck is laid
between the sword and the block.
Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox,
whose philosopher is a juggler,
and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking.
Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpeting,
and farewells him with hooting,
only to welcome another with trumpeting again.
Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years
and whose strong men are yet in the cradle.
Pity the nation divided into into fragments,
each fragment deeming itself a nation

History of My Land

                                                 Lt. Yasir Abbas Shaheed

تاریخ مرے وطن کی کچھ ایسی منفرد ہے 
لہو سے لکھی تھی اب روز رقم ہوتی ہے 


History of my land is so unique
Was written in blood, and is now written daily