O poison of fate to your bitter palate
O birthplace of the illustrious, O Balkh
O moon, it has sunk its head into the well.
O Nimroz of pent-up hatred
Oh Herat, the citadel and your primary school
Wheres Kabul, your shout?
With the land of my leopards
Wheres your Tahmina?
From the eyes of the springs of Badakhshan, blood
To the dusty alleys of Parvan, blood.
Blood is up to the soil of Khorasan, water
Water is up to the soil of Khorasan, blood
My father died under iron and fire
My only brother who died of shrapnel
My dear sister
He died under the jihadists
I look forward to the path of a girl from Kunduz
Sam shook his head from grief and fell asleep
I am the one who destroys my world
The sinister hands of the people of Paradise are disturbed
