Mine is a nation,
Betrayed by its leaders,
Suppressed and oppressed;
Mine is a country,
Without a capital,
Since Akbar's treachery;
Mine is a mosque,
Without Imam,
Without Bilal;
Mine is a monody,
On the mothers' lips,
About her slain children;
Mine is a rose garden,
Trodden down by tyrants
Mykoul
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