Sabaa se kartein hain Gurbat Naseeb zikare wattan ,
To Chashme subh Me Aansoo Ubharney Lagtein hain .
Hadeese Yaar Ke unwaan nikharne lagte Hain ,
To Har Hareem Me Gaisoo Sanvarne Lagte hain.
( Faiz Ahmed Faiz )
Whenever the exiles talk to the breeze of their homeland ,
Tears well up in the morning’s eyes.
As the word of my Beloved blossoms ,
Every woman begins to groom her hair .

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Breathes there the man,with soul so dead,
ReplyDeletewho never to himself hath said,
This is my own,my native land?
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd.
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd.
beautiful
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