When all Negros become Caucasians
And when no superior inferiors no soul
When not Arsenals define Pakistan
And to panic, no being loses his soul

On this universe, the Doves shall hover
When all snakes adhere to the king’s commands
When communal conflicts, peace manoeuvres
And tranquillity breaks tyranny’s wands

When motherland frees from the turbaned terrors
The birds shall sing loud songs for trees to dance
When this troubled earth is free from errors
To happiness, the apes shall lose its stance!

When agony releases our belly
And the acclaimed revered becomes holy