Ah! How beautiful is
Kabul encircled by her arid mountains
And Rose, of the
trails of thorns she envies
Her gusts of
powdered soil, slightly sting my eyes
But I love her, for
knowing and loving are born of this same dust
My song exhalts her
dazzling tulips
And at the beauty
of her trees, I blush
How sparkling the
water flows from Pul-I Bastaan!
May Allah protect
such beauty from the evil eye of man!
Khizr chose the
path to Kabul in order to reach Paradise
For her mountains
brought him close to the delights of heaven
From the fort with
sprawling walls, A Dragon of protection
Each stone is there
more precious than the treasure of Shayagan
Every street of
Kabul is enthralling to the eye
Through the
bazaars, caravans of Egypt pass
One could not count
the moons that shimmer on her roofs
And the thousand
splendid suns that hide behind her walls
Her laughter of
mornings has the gaiety of flowers
Her nights of
darkness, the reflections of lustrous hair
Her melodious
nightingales, with passion sing their songs
Ardent tunes, as
leaves enflamed, cascading from their throats
And I, I sing in
the gardens of Jahanara, of Sharbara
And even the
trumpets of heaven envy their green pastures
