By Sahel Rezaei, Translated by Asadullah Jafari Pezhman
Silence has taken root in your body Kabul
No longer do you arise in your mornings
Your sky is covered with the bloody dawn of death
Your deserts are full of tearful images Kabul
I am every night and every day impatient for you
Oh! How can I come to see you Kabul?
You were bitterly handed over to the Taliban
Again, your fans are disappointed by you Kabul
The world decided your destiny
What happened to all your men and women Kabul?
Under your Chadri was hiding a mountain of pain
But your wail and groan had no effect Kabul
You did not bend after all to these sorrows
It’s impossible to ignore your praising Kabul