My Afghanistan

Like tender maiden shoulders, The rounded shapes of minarets. A land of friendly, courageous, and proud people. Here, into a tight thread, The languages of different nations are woven, Here, into a tight thread, contradictions are woven. My Afghanistan is the pride of Muslims, The Quran is honored and respected here. My Afghanistan holds the Quran sacredly - Meaning it is the pride of Muslims. In the mornings over beloved Kabul, Flashes of light blaze across half the sky - It is the sun unfurling its lashes. And in defiance of any enemies, A new day strides toward us, A new day strides toward us irrevocably. Beware, Dushman, tremble, Dushman, I will not surrender Afghanistan to you. Like Azerbaijan, like Uzbekistan, I will defend Afghanistan.