A pain beyond all telling...
...is hid in the silence of my people;
The people sold like dumb cattle;
The bloody clouds hang on their land;
Where the cold winds paralysing life blow;
Where blood and tears rain...
...ever since the Mughals came;
Where blood-red waters are flowing;
The race and the land that I love...
...under threat and fear though...
This too shall pass, and we will stay.
Let's wait for peace, prosperity, and security.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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