Cloud Of The Highlands ( Iqbal's Abr e Kohsar )

                                      Cloud Of The Highlands

                       Because of exaltation my homeland is in the sky,

                       I am cloud of mountain, my drops make the flowers bloom,

                       Sometimes desert, sometimes garden is my residence,

                       Town and wasteland are mine, ocean is my, forest is mine,

                       Whenever I retire in a valley,

                       Greenery of the mountain is the bed of velvet to me,

                       God has taught me to strew pearls,

                        It is as a sign of God’s mercy,

                        To remove sadness from the face of the peasant,

                        To create happiness in the concerts of the youth,

                        I spread myself like the hair on the face of the nature,

                        Waves of the winds make me do my make-up again,

                        From far I tantalize the hopeful eyes,

                        When silently I pass over a peopled place,

                        Staying over a meadow when I give a call ‘Rise’,

                        I give the taste of blooming to the buds,

                        My contribution makes the huts of peasants,

                        Models of luxurious harems at the foot the hill.

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