Today, Pakistan is just a memorable place.
Filled with a blue ocean,
It was those huge breasts that raised my mother.
The waves I heard in my dream,
I heard it in my mother's arms,
Hypnotize and sing?
Even if the street is covered with dust,
My heart is still immersed in fantasy.
The waves come and go in waves,
I see the white light on the other side in the distance.
I miss you silently.
My hometown in my heart,
It became an ocean,
Rippling on my chest.