The Fairyland Pakistan by Rama Goswamy
Where the high mountains are
Come and see that fairyland
A beautiful country of
Alice in the wonderland
Where people on the Indus soil
In the Cradle-of-Civilisation
Nestled in its delta, toil
And where the high mountains
Are like a fairyland,
A beautiful country
Of Alice
In the wonderland
Where treasures of antique abound
Where mystics, saints, poets the ordinary minds confound
Minds that simply go around
but to people with the spirit,
The soul
To them offer they everything
To their goal.
The land of the Vedas and puranas
Where every one got Nirvanas
And where the high mountains
Are like a fairyland,
of Alice
In the wonderland
Where songs make
The ecstasy resound
where Sufis dance to make
The joys abound
And where the high mountains
Are like a fairyland,
of Alice in the wonderland
Come and see that country
A beautiful country
Called the fairyland
of Alice in the wonderland
Where textiles bedazzle and sway
Where the friendliest people
So near
But so away
Come and see that country
With the high mountains
Like a fairyland,
for Alice in the wonderland
Where feasts give you treat
Like emperors invite
and offer you seat
Near to the heart
So come and see Pakistan,
A beautiful country.
Come and see Pakistan,
Come and see that country
With the high mountains
Like a fairyland,
for Alice in the wonderland
A beautiful country
Come and see Pakistan.