A day of our independence,
Look into the surrounds,
Everything glares like a bright star.
A hidden beauty of heaven,
The Green shaded piece,
Of territories and glitter meadow.
Of in shred's mountain spheres,
Of sweep rains and Monsoon,
Of Divine Sceneries and Lakes.
Wild blue yonder and azure sky,
Misted and fiery dark yellow sun,
The delicates shield of greenness.
On the weaving flag of my country;
Reflecting their colors on the sky,
In a shape of fantasy Rainbow.
Still their light continued us.
We are here through their struggle;
And called us a separate nation.
Yet my hope remains with my country,
Having a high spirit to become;
An Eagle of Iqbal and follower of Jinnah.
From all over the land we come,
We should celebrate this day,
And put our flag flying extremely.
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