Land beloved above all others, Treasure trove of priceless gems  
Every valley, gorge of yours, Witness to my feat of arms  
Land beloved above all others, Treasure trove of priceless gems  
Every valley, gorge of yours, Witness to my feat of arms  

Glory to your modest dwellings, Made of native clay, adobe
I shall reason turn to cinders, Seeking answers to your pains 
Glory to your mountains high! To your rivers and your rills!  
All your valleys, gorges steep, Bear the scars of unsheathed swords,  
Land beloved above all others, Treasure trove of priceless gems  
Every valley, gorge of yours, Witness to my feat of arms  

O' my Land, O' my Land   I've been fashioned from your clay,
You have by my love been shaped;   All your soil has watered been,  
By the blood of my forebears - Father and grandfather, both.  
In your bosom, resting, lie, All my bygone ages great.  
Land beloved above all others, Treasure trove of priceless gems  
Every valley, gorge of yours, Witness to my feat of arms  

O' my Land, O' my Land   When you have no honour, pride, Of what value then to me Are my standing and my state?  
When you're weak and trampled on, Of what value then to me, Is my comfort and my ease?  
When your head is bowed and shamed, Of what value then to me, Is my might and majesty?  
Rapturous I shall make your mud, With my own ecstatic blood;  

Land beloved above all others, Treasure trove of priceless gems  
Every valley, gorge of yours, Witness to my feat of arms  
O' my Land, O' my Land  
Either equal of the world, I shall make you, motherland!  
Or in trying so to do, At your feet, the dust become!  
I can face death, destruction in the process But I shall make you prosperous, strong!  
I am proud, a brave Pukhtoon, You remember well my feats!  
Land beloved above all others, Treasure trove of priceless gems  
Every valley, gorge of yours, Witness to my feat of arms  
O' my Land, O' my Land