Poetry about Afghanistan

Poetry about Afghanistan

I’m not my Tajik, not the Pashtun, I do not leave the Millennium

I do not want to go to Uzbekistan, nor do I need your help

I do not belong to the religion of Sunni Shi’a, not Sikma

I’m strapped on, my false revenge, I’m stray, my partner

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North Strait, South Strait, not from my west, not east

The strain of the seduction of the forehead, the neigbour of the indulgence

Thinking about the war of words, the guilty guilty and the evil

I’m sorry for you, no lady, straw hat for seduction

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My tongue is Afghan Nestang, the soil of me around

We are all equal with Afghans and Afghans

The river and the rushing river, the mountains with glory

Your chapters are unique and your people are perfect

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Clean my head from the bottom of evil and evil

Dead Bada, whoever fights the peace of the homeland

There is no dust on the two-eye view

Chain the mayan, unite, jumping together

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Death to hostility always, Mighty, happy

Get rid of your rockets and bombs

Green Bada, Green Bada, Your Name on My Body and Soul

Live, my life, my country, Afghanistan

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