Poetry: Rehmat Shah Sayal
(Translation, Pashto text given at the end)
Grooming their youth for the land of
others,
So lunatic and unwise are the mothers!
Part ways with their very source of
delight,
Send their offspring to the land of
others,
Sleep thirsty eyes are forsaken,
But send their flowers to the orchards of
others,
Grow their Lilies with tender to
blossom on the thorns of others,
So lunatic and unwise are the mothers!
Somewhere Ghantol and Redey they
grow,
Elsewhere Rambel and Chambel are
grown,
Here and there Gulab and Sheshtey they
grow,
Over places Lawang and Amel
are grown,
They keep growing spring red flowers for
the villas of others,
So lunatic and unwise are the mothers!
Barely has he touched the age,
Will owe, but sure to go out,
Yet unaware of his own street,
But ready to journey foreign land,
Grow their sweets fairies for the
miseries stricken Kohi Kaf
of others,
So lunatic and unwise are the mothers!
O Sayal tears are sent to hot sands!
To red hot deserts the very bloods of hearts!
To ugly mountains the eyelashes of beloved
eyes!
To the dreams of sand deserts the love of
hearts!
Futile the exercise is but they grow their
cutes for others,
So lunatic and unwise are the mothers!
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مېندې لېونۍ دي نادانې دي
چې کښېني نورو وطنونو له ځلمي لويوي
مېندې لېونۍ دي نادانې دي
د خپلو شونډو مسکېتوب شوکوي،
د زړۀ ټوټې پردي وطن ته لېږي
د شوګيرو سترګو نه خوب شوکوي
خپل ګلبدن پردي ګلشن ته لېږي
پردو ازغو له په نازونو ګلالي لويوي
مېندې لېونۍ دي نادانې دي
