(1) <br />The brand is that of Harnam Das, but the benefit goes to America <br />The fools are trying that the sun of America does not set. <br />The poor had tears in their eyes in the past, they are still in sorrow. <br />Birla is celebrating Diwali, but the oil burning in his lamp belongs to America. <br /> <br />All the oppressed of the world have discovered this secret, <br />That America has encamped under the shades of the wealthy. <br /> <br />America is just a broker, everybody knows this fact. <br />That’s why, O friend, I detest the name of America. <br /> <br />To live at the strength of others is not a manly thing. <br />We will recognise you Jalib, if you reject the obligation of America. <br /> <br />(2) <br />India belongs to me, and Pakistan too is mine. <br />But America has pitched its tent in both the countries. <br />While eating the wheat given in aid, we have been cheated. <br />Don’t ask us, how much we’ve praised America’s whims and vagaries. <br />Even then, this valley of flowers is surrounded by magazines. <br /> <br />India belongs to me, and Pakistan too is mine. <br /> <br />O Khan Bahadur, you must break ties with Englishmen. <br />Their hands have reached again up to our collars. <br />Macmillan could not be yours, how could you think that Kennedy is with you. <br /> <br />India belongs to me, and Pakistan too is mine. <br /> <br />This land, O dear friend, is the land of workers and peasants. <br />A few households won’t be allowed to rule this land. <br />How long will last the night of repression, the dawn is come. <br /> <br />India belongs to me, and Pakistan too is mine. <br /> <br /> <br />(Translated from the Urdu by: Arjumand Ara)<br /><br />Habib Jalib<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/america-a-black-wall/
