Our Bones Are Of Iron Made

Written by: Muhammad Shanazar

My heart does beat,
Pulse does pulsate,
For Pak-lands,
Oh! Enemies,
Beware!
Our bones are of iron made, 
And bombs are the bodies. 

Whether you challenge 
On the snow clad lofty peaks,
Or in the frosty valleys,
Or on planes of the Punjab,
Or onto the adjoining waters
Of the boundaries,
Or in the thick forests,
Or upon the hot sand, 
We are a nation that cares least
Of life, of wealth or property,
Or of fatal consequences
When our honour is at the stake; 
We pluck out the eyes
When they look with dingy intentions,
Break the jaws that ajar
To devour us.
We promote not turmoil in the world,
We believe in respect of others
And be respected,
We are a nation that writes 
History not in ink or on the sheet of paper,
But in blood on the sacred soil and sand.