My Homeland

The flocks of birds, the herds of sheep The rivulets, pastures all there Weep The boats of hope sank downy deep My country folk nor wake or sleep All mourning, all mourning That promised morning never came The heads all hanging there in shame Each person caught in whirl of blame Clouds from heavens gaze in shame It's scorning, all scorning! On golden beaches children play In meads the scented wind spray In mosques and Temples people all With sunken hearts each moment pray All mourning, all mourning In fairy meadows greenish green On hills all mourning where spleen All starry eves, my charming scene On earth no eye hath ever seen All warning, all warning My withering blooms my yellowish leaves Which wintery wind them all beguiled I feel regret my ancient folks For all who for us sacrificed All honouring, all honouring For them who died for Thee my land In anguish for them we will stand All grassy greens all golden sand Surpass they heavens fairy land It's morning it's morning Dreams of Freedom which Thou see Oh legend poet for thy country Now come and look at thy all land In wonder think thou what would be All mourning all mourning Lit candles for who sacrificed Those brutality killed those crucified Their woe and grief all multiplied My saviours all of us beguiled Words charming ,all charming My leaders all my people all Looks heavens high as if enthrall They Lord of earth and heaven call All mourning, all mourning!