Make for me a place within your heart
On which I can depend. For only you
Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,
Home through all the wanderings of my years,
Eden that no other can renew,
Root I cannot rend through rage or art.
Quaid foot ho gaye, Liaqat Ali bi shaheed ho gaye, Allama Iqbal bi ab is dunya main nahi rahay, meri tabiat bi ab kuch teek nahi ha, soochta hun ke maray bad Pakistan ka kia banay ga
