Prima facie the rule of kingship has ended,
But it's lackeys are reigning the people,
The honour and the voices of dissent,
Have vanished because of the subservient servants,
Your listening has turned into stone heart,
And, I squandered my mind yelling at you,
Your belly of greed has devoured you,
You have sold the remaining piece of your beloved land.
Your mind has been sealed,
Hence, the degrees of yours have gone under the drain,
Lo! Look at the gait of your pampered being,
That drowned in a drug of wine.
Never feel offended, empathetic I am with the land,
Incidentally, the word of heart slipped through my tongue,
Speaking truth has become torture for us,
Because of our tongue we have prepared our nemesis.
We brought in dalda from outside,
And sold our butter in market,
We sold our milk cow,
With it gone the benedictions.
Our wine cellars have disappeared,
And water mixed with spirits,
My life keep drowning and floating,
In the whirlpool of apprehensions.
My views have become throne in the yes,
Of the sellers of my land,
Azeem used to lay his life for truth,
For the land my neck was severed.
Courtesy: Aziz Ali Dad
Sponsored: Rustam steels and GilgitApp
Lyrics: Azeem Hunzai
Vocals: Azeem Hunzai
Music producer: Naveet Ahmad
Instruments: Niaz Hunzai
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