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 * The Poem by Saib-e-Tabrizi

Kabul

Ah! How beautiful is Kabul encircled by her arid mountains And Rose, of the trails of thorns she envies Her gusts of powdered soil, slightly sting my eyes But I love her, for knowing and loving are born of this same dust

My song exhalts her dazzling tulips And at the beauty of her trees, I blush How sparkling the water flows from Pul-I Bastaan! May Allah protect such beauty from the evil eye of man!

Khizr chose the path to Kabul in order to reach Paradise For her mountains brought him close to the delights of heaven From the fort with sprawling walls, A Dragon of protection Each stone is there more precious than the treasure of Shayagan

Every street of Kabul is enthralling to the eye Through the bazaars, caravans of Egypt pass One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs And the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls

Her laughter of mornings has the gaiety of flowers Her nights of darkness, the reflections of lustrous hair Her melodious nightingales, with passion sing their songs Ardent tunes, as leaves enflamed, cascading from their throats

And I, I sing in the gardens of Jahanara, of Sharbara And even the trumpets of heaven envy their green pastures || .Copied from the Barnes and Noble BookClub site @ []