When my motherland is wrapped in barbed wires
I take to stone-pelting.
When my dreams are shattered
I take to stone-pelting

When kids with a full set of milk-teeth are shot
My blood boils,
When a fresh bridegroom is lowered into the grave
I take to stone-pelting.

When a poor widow’s house is set on fire
As Jai Hind fills the air!
Whenever cruelty is thus crowned
I take to stone-pelting

When they strip Lal Ded (womanhood) naked
And throw her into the fire of shame
When Yousuf (lover) is killed under Zoon (beloved’s) gaze,
I take to stone-pelting

When the night is employed to throw into the Jhelum,
The brother of seven sisters
When murder is sung like a lullaby to Akanandun (Apple of everybody’s eyes)
I take to stone-pelting.

– Arish Mushtaq

(Thanks to Shahid Mehmood Mughal)