My country tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing, I sing and speak of a ‘my’ country, land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside… O America, listen to this plea, O mother country [Pakistan], forgive me for this loyalty, of both I sing. But, which is ‘my’ country? I am amidst two homes, both equal, both beloved. For I owe my birth to one, but my art to another, my seeds to one, but my nurture to the other. Land of the pilgrim’s pride, But, America, you are this pilgrim’s pride, if only you remain my guide, And if only you embrace my side, I shall sing, Let freedom ring!