My Afghanistan

Like tender maiden shoulders Are the rounded shapes of the minarets. A land of friendly, courageous, and proud people, Here, different nations' languages Have woven into a tight thread, Here, contradictions have woven into a tight thread. My Afghanistan—the pride of Muslims. They honor and respect the Quran here. My Afghanistan holds the Quran sacred— Therefore, it is the pride of Muslims. In the mornings over beloved Kabul, Flashes of lightning 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 irrevocably. Beware, Dushman, tremble, Dushman, I will not surrender Afghanistan to you. Like Azerbaijan, like Uzbekistan, I will defend Afghanistan.