Our people are renowned
For their honesty and humility
Woven from a shahtoosh thread
Our people would harm no one
Fearing Allah, their feelings
are slow to stir
But they are easily duped:
So they are sold in the slave market
Our children are immersed in a pool of blood
But our elders pretend to stand tall
Still our people don’t rush to blame them
Nor lash out at them for their misleads
But they keep an excellent account
Of their misdeeds and misleads
And store it well in their hearts
Without giving any vent