My heart does beat,

Pulse does pulsate,
For Pak-lands,

Oh! Enemies,

Beware!

Our bones are of iron made,

And bombs are the bodies.

Whether you challenge

On the snow clad lofty peaks,

Or in the frosty valleys,

Or on planes of the Punjab,

Or onto the adjoining waters

Of the boundaries,

Or in the thick forests,

Or upon the hot sand,

We are a nation that cares least

Of life, of wealth or property,

Or of fatal consequences

When our honour is at the stake;

We pluck out the eyes

When they look with dingy intentions,

Break the jaws that ajar

To devour us.

We promote not turmoil in the world,

We believe in respect of others

And be respected,

We are a nation that writes

History not in ink or on the sheet of paper,
But in blood on the sacred soil and sand