This is a dark tale from the paradise on earth
Where the birds knew best how to chirp
But the birds have now forgotten how to chirp
Cause of the dead Indians who love to hurt
Decades and decades of killing of our dreams
Decades and decades of this murderous regime
All that they do is wipe off our cream
And all that we do is all day scream
They say my valley is so beautiful, one should come and see
They say my valley is so hospitable, these people one should meet
But ask them this, “if one does not have eyes, how can one see?”
Cause the Indian army is on a spree and blinding us for them is some feat
East or West, there is blood everywhere
North or South, can’t you see the flood everywhere?
Families are torn apart, go check anywhwere
Genocide is being carried out, can’t you see Karbala everywhere?
They think by killing (suppressing) us they will weaken our intention
Are they not aware that we are seeds and new plants are getting preparation?
Oh Allah! only to you, our sufferings, do we mention
Grant us our freedom and relieve us of this tension.