Peshawar __ د ګلونو ښار

 

The Starry reflection of my eyes,

The ticking clock of my mind,

The heroic words of my soil,

The zealous fight of my ladders,

Take me in their bosom

Like the blossom flowers of spring,

Introduced me to the blessing of blessings __

The city of flowers.

From the reign of Mughal

To the kingdom of British;

From the struggle of history

To the chaos of the present;

From the chain of slavery

To the breath of freedom;

One city stands high __

The city of flowers.

The connection of two lovers

Like meaning of shadow discovers

By the mushy thruway of Khyber Pass,

The journey of love, along with goods.

The utterance of a Bees __ Pushto

 In the bubble of hives

Spreads like the fragrance of flowers

In the city of flowers.

The historical building of Islamia College

Whispers for the pursuit of knowledge,

Where memories crafted on the wall

Reminds the echoed voices of the hall.

University Of Peshawar remains bright

Like a mother in children right,

Where curious minds grow;

Virtue blow and evils bow.

A city where taste buds dance

With the flavour of eyes’ glance

At the various bites __ in advance

From Charsi Tikka to Shinwari Rice;

From Traskoon Machli to Jalil Kabaab;

And to the Rosh of Lal Chapor in Karkhano __

A place of eating and dining

In the city of flowers.

Qissa Khwani, the -licious eyes of Peshawar

like Layla’s lashes in the eyes of Majnun

where footsteps sigh in gay

at the Kabli Gate way.

The utterance of scores souls

Like bird’s chirping in the holes,

Adds to the essence of scenery

Like grass in a garden greenery.

The court where judges practice,

The hard battle of justice,

The innocent tries to saw,

The breath of life in law.

The assembly shatters with voice,

With the freedom of member’s choice,

The speaker stands with right,

Like a candle in night.

Among the hills, the stage of beauty

Where people perform their duty,

Hayatabad, the portrait of merry land

Like the hustle and bustle of the band.

Apart, mind dreams of very height

In ecstasy of Saddar’s white light

Where merchants come for trade,

Chattels remain but wishes not fade.

History of war, reminder of Qila Bala Hissar

From Babur’s troop to Frontier group.

The people likes too, the sight of Zoo,

Where animals roar like waves uproar.

More than more moreover more,

The modern wheels in its core,

Where thousands step in a day,

From Karkhano to Chamkanay.

~Saad Ul Haq