O’ the master of Guns!
Listen to us.
We, the people from the hills,
Live in mud houses,
But we love the very concept of love.
We have peaceful desires
As we cultivate flowers
As we understand the spring.
Listen to us.
We, the people from the hills,
Live in mud houses,
But we love the very concept of love.
We have peaceful desires
As we cultivate flowers
As we understand the spring.
Though eaten up by the grief
Our heart never lose faith in happiness
Because we have our elders
Who like the blue canopy above,
Never abandon us
Like the true spirit of Bacha Khan
Our heart never lose faith in happiness
Because we have our elders
Who like the blue canopy above,
Never abandon us
Like the true spirit of Bacha Khan
We were once the master of our distiny
In the very heart of Asia
We were the great rulers
With our own blood
We made friends with life
In the very heart of Asia
We were the great rulers
With our own blood
We made friends with life
You tried to prove us terrorists
You tried to prove us animals
But'
Our single song
Our one slogan for peace
Our one Malala
Defeated your guns
You tried to prove us animals
But'
Our single song
Our one slogan for peace
Our one Malala
Defeated your guns
- Shaheen Buneri
- Translated by: Muhammad Arif from Pashto
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