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Simple enough question:
Better than the entire world, is our Hindustan;
we are its nightingales, and it (is) our garden abode
Though in foreign lands we may reside, with our homeland our hearts abide,
Regard us also to be there, where exist our hearts
That mountain most high, neighbor to the skies;
it is our sentinel; it is our protector
In the lap of whose, play thousands of rivers;
gardens they sustain; the envy-of-the-heavens of ours
O waters of the Ganga mighty, do you recall the day
when on your banks, did land the caravan of ours
Religion does not teach us to bear ill-will among us
We are Indians; India is our homeland.
While Greece, Egypt , Rome have all been wiped out
till now yet remains, this civilization of ours {it has stood the test of time}
Something there is that keeps us,our entity from being eroded
For ages has been our enemy, the way of the world
Iqbal! Is there no soul that could
understand the pain in thy heart?
What about this one:
China and Arabia is ours, India is ours
We are muslims and the whole world is our homeland
The treasure of tawhid is in our hearts,
It is not easy to wipe out our name and mark.
The first house we have liberated from idols is the ka'abah;
We are its custodians, and she is our protector
We have grown up in the shadows of swords,
Our mascot is the crescent shaped dagger
Our prayer calls have reverberated in the valleys of the west,
The force of our flow could not be stopped by anyone
O the skies! we will not be subdued by falsehood,
You have tried (our steadfasteness) a hundred times!
O, the garden of andalusia! do you remember those days -
When our abode was the nest on your branches?
O, the waves of tigris! surely, you recognize us -
Your river tells our tales even to this day
O, the pure land! we have bled and died for your honor,
Our blood flows in your veins until now
The leader of our caravan, is the Prince of Hijaz (Prophet Mohammad)
It is his name that keeps our heart in comfort and peace.
Iqbal's song is a clarion call
For the caravan to rise and continue the journey once more
Better than the entire world, is our Hindustan;
we are its nightingales, and it (is) our garden abode
Though in foreign lands we may reside, with our homeland our hearts abide,
Regard us also to be there, where exist our hearts
That mountain most high, neighbor to the skies;
it is our sentinel; it is our protector
In the lap of whose, play thousands of rivers;
gardens they sustain; the envy-of-the-heavens of ours
O waters of the Ganga mighty, do you recall the day
when on your banks, did land the caravan of ours
Religion does not teach us to bear ill-will among us
We are Indians; India is our homeland.
While Greece, Egypt , Rome have all been wiped out
till now yet remains, this civilization of ours {it has stood the test of time}
Something there is that keeps us,our entity from being eroded
For ages has been our enemy, the way of the world
Iqbal! Is there no soul that could
understand the pain in thy heart?
China and Arabia is ours, India is ours
We are muslims and the whole world is our homeland
The treasure of tawhid is in our hearts,
It is not easy to wipe out our name and mark.
The first house we have liberated from idols is the ka'abah;
We are its custodians, and she is our protector
We have grown up in the shadows of swords,
Our mascot is the crescent shaped dagger
Our prayer calls have reverberated in the valleys of the west,
The force of our flow could not be stopped by anyone
O the skies! we will not be subdued by falsehood,
You have tried (our steadfasteness) a hundred times!
O, the garden of andalusia! do you remember those days -
When our abode was the nest on your branches?
O, the waves of tigris! surely, you recognize us -
Your river tells our tales even to this day
O, the pure land! we have bled and died for your honor,
Our blood flows in your veins until now
The leader of our caravan, is the Prince of Hijaz (Prophet Mohammad)
It is his name that keeps our heart in comfort and peace.
Iqbal's song is a clarion call
For the caravan to rise and continue the journey once more
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