Since the day we were subjugated, by Akbar...
...the Mughal King - the promise-breaker,
We have never ever eaten our bread without tear,
Under serfdom and Beygār system, we have slept never,
On our beds - even on a wedding day -without fear and terror,
We are a wretched people oppressed and suppressed,
Inhumanly by dastardly powers who rule us,
Who shower without respite the red rain of pain on us,
Who -when we resist -kill, maim, and blind us,
How sorrowful and pathetic our history of colonization!
Mykoul
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