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O my country
O my country my treasure of pearls
In every one of your valleys are
The marks of our swords
May my eyes be sacrificed
On your mud houses
May my brain burn into ashes
Thinking of your glory
O how I adore and worship
Your mountains and the rivers
In your passes are
The marks of our swords
O my country my treasure of pearls
I am born of your dust and
You are born of my love
You are made of my honour
And colourful code of Pashto
You are of the blood of my father
and grandfather
In your heart are sleeping all
The brave legends of my past
O my country my treasure of pearls
What good are fame and respect to me
When you are poor and suffering
What use are glory and honour to me
When your head is bowed in shame I will make your dust majestic
With my young proud blood
O my country my treasure of pearls
Either I will make you the equal of
Everyone in the world
Or I will turn into black dust
Serving at your feet
will break myself into many bits
But make you great and prosperous
I am a man — I am a Pathan, don’t you
Remember all my deeds
O my country my treasure of pearls
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