We are two flowers on the
Same stalk – hindus and muslims,
The muslim is the apple of her
Eyes, the hindu is her soul.
The same sun and moon swing
In the lap of the same mother- sky,
The same blood flows beneath
The heart, the same I s the
Bond of affection for both!
We are two flowers in the
Same stalk – hindus and muslims.
We breath the air, drink the
Water of the same country
The same flowers and fruits
Blossom in the heart of the same mother
We get final rest in the soil
Of the same country – some of
Us in graves, others in the burning ghat
We call the mother in the
Same language, we sing to the same tune:
We are two flowers in the same stalk – hindus and muslims.