Saare Jaahaan Se Achchha Hindustan Hamaara – Sir Allama Iqbal’s – Tarana-e-Hind/Song of Hindustan “Song Of Hindustan” Nothing Like Our Hindustan In The World Entire She Is Our Garden, We Her Warbling Choir We May Wander Far From Home_Home Resides In Our Thoughts We Too Live At That Place Where Lies Our Heart The Highest Mountain Of The World_A Neighbour Of The Skies That Tough And Tall Watchman Guards Us Day And Night A Thousand Rivulets Criss-Cross Through Her Plains And Wilds Because Of Which Our Garden Vies With Paradise O Ganges, Flowing Past Thy Banks_Remember Thou That Time When We Landed On Thy Shore_In This Sacred Clime Religion Does Not Teach Us To Harbour Mutual Spite We Are Indians, One And All_Hindustan Our Land Of Pride Greece, Egypt And Rom_Have Vanished Out Of Sight But Our Name Lives On In Spite Of Time And Tide Something Must Be There To Keep Our Name Alive Though The World For Centuries Has Been To Us Hostile We Do Not Have A Confidant In The World, “Iqbal” None Knows What Sorrows Lurk Within Our Heart**
Posted on: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 07:10:03 +0000