My Afghanistan

Like tender maiden's shoulders Are 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, contradictions are woven into a tight thread. My Afghanistan—the pride of Muslims, The Quran is honored and respected here. My Afghanistan sacredly honors the Quran— Which means it is the pride of Muslims. In the mornings over beloved Kabul Lightning flashes blaze across half the sky— It is the sun unfurling its eyelashes. And in defiance of all enemies, A new day marches toward us, A new day marches toward us, irreversibly. Beware, Dushman, tremble, Dushman, I will not surrender Afghanistan to you. Like Azerbaijan, like Uzbekistan, I will defend Afghanistan.