Nida Ali
O freedom, O freedom,
come to me, whisper to me.
from top to toe I am in pain.
I have nothing except pain.
I have only affection for you.
My hands are empty unlike you
O freedom, O freedom,
come to me, whisper to me.
Like the flying pigeons in the sky
I don't have any wings to fly
It has vastness, has fervency.
It is not in despair.
Dejection is my dwelling.
O freedom, O freedom,
come to me, whisper to me.
I have nothing to offer you
But tears, tears and tears.
From which I will make a locket
And present you as a present.
O invisible freedom,
come to me, whisper to me.