Fazaye Noor Mein Karta Na Shakh-o-Barg-o-Bar Paida
Safar Khaki Shabistan Se Na Kar Sakta Agar Dana
It could have never borne fruit and foliage in the space lit up with light,
If from the dark recesses the seed had not moved on:
Nihad-e-Zindagi Mein Ibtida ‘LA’ , Intiha ‘ILLA’
Payam-e-Mout Hai Jab ‘LA’ Huwa ‘ILLA’ Se Begana
In life we begin with no and end with yes;
When no is divorced from yes it becomes destructive.
Woh Millat Rooh Jis Ki ‘LA’ Se Agay Barh Nahin Sakti
Yaqeen Jano, Huwa Labraiz Uss Millat Ka Pemana
A nation which does not pass from no to yes
Is undoubtedly on the brink of death.
Safar Khaki Shabistan Se Na Kar Sakta Agar Dana
It could have never borne fruit and foliage in the space lit up with light,
If from the dark recesses the seed had not moved on:
Nihad-e-Zindagi Mein Ibtida ‘LA’ , Intiha ‘ILLA’
Payam-e-Mout Hai Jab ‘LA’ Huwa ‘ILLA’ Se Begana
In life we begin with no and end with yes;
When no is divorced from yes it becomes destructive.
Woh Millat Rooh Jis Ki ‘LA’ Se Agay Barh Nahin Sakti
Yaqeen Jano, Huwa Labraiz Uss Millat Ka Pemana
A nation which does not pass from no to yes
Is undoubtedly on the brink of death.
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