I am fighting in my own land with my own people
and at both sides i am being killed
For other's cause, for other's wish
at both sides i am being killed

Every street on my blood
is painted every day and i am helpless
i am killed with my own hands
What a strange trick!
at both sides i am being killed

They tore my collar into pieces
split my body into parts
Neither the gun nor the battlefield is mine
at both sides i am being killed

all pashtoons have same bodies and same feelings
whether he is from Kabul or Quetta
One is my love and the other is my heart
at both sides i am being killed

Ohh UNO, oh nations of the world
Let's stop these bloodsheds
every day is a doomsday here
at both sides i am being killed