In the land of green and white, where the crescent moon shines bright, A nation strong, two hundred twenty million unite, Pakistan, a tapestry of cultures, a beacon in the night. Vatican City's faithful could fit many times, so small, Thirty thousand times or more, they'd be standing tall, Inside Pakistan's vast embrace, in a harmonious sprawl. Nauru's people, ten thousand strong, in the blue Pacific seas, Would find a place twenty thousand times, with grace and ease, In the hearts of Pakistan's population, a warm and gentle breeze. Tuvalu's eleven thousand souls, in an ocean paradise, Would find in Pakistan's vast land, a home so nice, Almost twenty thousand times, a mosaic of love and spice. Palau's children of the ocean, in their coral wonderland, Inside Pakistan's population, twelve thousand times could stand, United, they'd sing together, a chorus pure and grand. San Marino's noble citizens, upon their mountaintop, Their thirty thousand lives, within Pakistan would never stop, Seven thousand times they'd fit, in a joyful cultural swap. In the valleys and the mountains, the cities and the plains, Pakistan's people carry on, through sunshine and through rains, Welcoming the world's smallest nations, their love forever remains.