Flying high in the sky,
In birds without feathers,
Made of metal, yet able to soar so high.
Reaching the moon, touching the clouds,
Making their family so happy and proud.
The pilots of the nation, the everlasting defence,
Not letting the enemies break a single fence!
Facing the danger, defending the nation,
Never thinking of returning,
Without gaining victory:
Happy to be victorious; happy to be free,
Be it fromtheir bodies, or from the enemy,
Making the parents both proud and happy,
Dieing to be Shaheed, going to the skies,
Their everlasting hobby: to soar high, high, high???