O my poor and helpless motherland!
For how long this will go on unchecked
Plunderers, bandits and looters
Are causing your greater wreckage!
O God Almighty Most Powerful!
When will your 'Just Hand' strike
And when will this human slaughter
Be cleansed of all pilferage?
I am not sure O my Good God!
That my poor motherland will cease
To heal from all the sufferings
Which barbaric rulers unleashed.
Just look at how the ruffians
Lie to us in their forums
Saying they are doing their best
To restore our global decorum.
Look at the political stooges
That surround the unfit leader
Flattering him and his cronies
With the praise which they can muster.
My Qaid's* mausoleum is a museum
Where tourists just pay homage
To the greatness of the man
Who gave us this land in old age.
I weep for you O my mother
My poor, destitute Pakistan
Abandoned like a harlot
At the hands of philanderer.
O, had I the power of Samson*
I would have loved to slay the Dagon*
Or if had the blessed succour
Which Moses had against Pharoah
I would have crumpled all his legions.
There is a hostile gang of rapists
Who have no shame, remorse, or honour.
Who love to live with wile women
And their virtues all abandon.
Enough is enough O God Almighty!
You have given these devils a loose rope
But now I pray to you with all my heart
To save my ravaged country.
Save my homeland O Allah!
The "Land of the very pure"
Or send your wrath from heaven
That none can ever endure.