In Mazar -e -Abad, the city of pounding The owls do not come to the ear s heard, the frustration and the anger of Nakan, the ruthless and the rude The waters have fallen out of Asia The bloodshed, the blood was washed the abnormalities and anger of the bushes Bread and what was not a murder This night this night is a frightening night Lake Like not back on the hill.
