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لہو میں ڈوب رہی ہے صداۓ ارض وطن

zulm phir zulm hai, baRhta hai to miT jaataa hai

Khoon phir Khoon hai, Tapkega to jam jaayega

 

Khaak-e-sehra pe jame yaa kaf-e-qaatil pe jame

farq-e-insaaf pe yaa paa-e-salaasal pe jame

teGh-e-bedaad pe yaa laasha-e-bismil pe jame

Khoon phir Khoon hai Tapkega to jam jaayega

 

laakh baiThe koi chhup chhup ke kameeN gaahoN meiN

Khoon Khud deta hai jalaadoN ke maskan ka suraaGh

saazisheiN laaKh uRaati raheiN zulmat ka naqaab

le ke har booNd nikalti hai hatheli pe chiraaGh

 

zulm kii qismat-e-nakaarah-o-rusvaa se kaho

jab’r kii hikmat-e-purkaar ke eema se kaho (eema = permission)

mehmal-e-majlis-e-aqwaam kii laila se kaho

Khoon diiwana hai, daaman pe lapak sakta hai

shola-e-tuNd hai, Khirman pe lapak sakta hai

 

tum ne jis Khoon ko maqtal meiN dabaanaa chaaha

aaj vo kuchaa-o-bazaar meiN aa nikla hai

kahiiN shola kahiiN naarah kahiiN patthar ban ke

Khoon chalta hai to rukta nahiiN sangeeno se

sar jo uThtaa hai to dabtaa nahiiN aaeeno se

 

zulm ki baat hi kya, zulm ki auqaat hi kya

zulm bas zulm hai, aaGhaaz se anjaam talak

Khoon phir Khoon hai, so shakl badal sakta hai

aisi shakleiN ke miTaaoo to miTaaye na bane

aise shole k bujhaao to bujhaaye na bane

aise naare k dabaao to dabaaye na bane

  

Traslation:

Repression is sill repression

Rising, it must flop

Blood is sill blood

Spilling it must clot.

 

Whether it clots on desert sands

Or upon assassin’s hands

On justice’s head or around shackled feet

On injustice’s sword or on the wounded corpse

Blood is still blood

Spilling, it must clot.

 

However much one lies in ambush

Blood betrays butcher’s hideout

Conspiracies may veil in thousand darkly mask

Each blood drop ventures out with burning lamp on its palm.

 

Tell oppression’s vain and blemished fate

Tell cruelty’s crafty Imam

Tell the UN Security Council

Blood is crazy

It can leap up to the cloak

It is inferno, it can flare up to burn grain-stock.

 

The blood you sought to suppress in abattoir

Today that blood moves out into street

Here an ember, there a slogan, there a stone

Once blood comes to flows

Bayonets are no avail

Head, once it is raised

Is not downed by law’s hail.

 

What is about oppression?

What is with its impression?

Oppression is, all of it, but oppression

From beginning to end

Blood is still blood

Myriad form it can assume

Forms such as are indelible

Embers such as are inextinguishable

Slogans such as are irrepressible.

 

(With courtesy of www.sahirludhianvi.com)

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Taken on December 29, 2011