Jo nar totâ mârkar khâve per ke heth,
Kuchh sansâ man na dhare, woh hogâ râjâ jeth.
Jo mainâ ko mâr khâ, man men rakhe dhîr;
Kuchh chintâ man na kare, woh sadâ rahegâ wazîr.Who kills a parrot and eats him under a tree,
Should have no doubt in his mind, he will be a great king.
Who kills and eats a starling, let him be patient:
Let him not be troubled in his mind, he will be minister for life.
As rumors run in rampant circles regarding Nawaz’s return, the deal with Bhutto, the uniform, and what the Attorney General or the Courts might do, in the frontier the hills echo with sounds of rockets, bombs, and shots.
Bhutto and Nawaz race to feast on the starling while Mehsud and Zawahiri seek to dine on the parrot. High above all Musharraf still tap-dances across the razor wire between extremism and enlightened moderation.
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