Dave and I, on Boz-Rah, in Panjshir
Went to mine
Treasure, emerald
And miner was in rag, ate Talkhan
And drank some water from Darya
(As they call the river)
The scene was miracle
The talk made it better
“How is work? ”
We questioned.
“Thanks Allah; is great.”
Then we asked of his sale
“Any tax, do you pay? ”
His eyes shined
Patriot
“Of course yes, ”
“Whom to, how...? ”
We didn’t say “Government”
There was none-official
(In the year 99)
Everywhere Civil-War
“Qomandan”
He replied
(And he meant Ahmad Shah.)
(The Panjshir’s Lone-Lion)
Now you are in the light
Please stay and turn right
Projector helps and I
See the same Emerald
Siting there in your eyes
Red skirt, made-up face
I pay tax, ‘I admire’.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem