Close no more your eyes, O my God!
Just have a merciful look on the bleeding land:
Where I was born;
Where the natural inheritors suffer persecution undeserved;
Where for every bold deed people are tormented;
Where vultures find carcasses in abundance...
...to have a full meal;
Where in the graveyards even the dead shriek and appeal۔۔۔
...to you, O God, for mercy to their living...
.. broken down under the yoke of oppression,
No, never more, should you, O God, be averse and indifferent...
...to the sufferings of your brave children...
...in 'The Valley of the dead'
MyKoul
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