To The Palestinian Arabs
Mein Janta Hun Woh Atish Tere Wujood Mein Hai
I know the fire that burns throughout your frame,
The lands of world still fear its scorching flame.
Farang Ki Rag-e-Jaan Panja-e-Yahood Mein Hai
Your cure in Geneva or London you canʹt trace,
Wind‐pipe of Franks is gripped by Jewish race.
Khudi Ki Parwarish-o-Lazzat-e-Namood Mein Hai
I know that subject nations freedom gain,
If they would nourish self, display its main.