Beloved of Afghanistan,
Remember the days of sun and stars
O’ descendants of sorrow.
Another dark age is passing,
For better or worse,
Your hearts are locked in fear.
I pray that I could do more to ease your pains;
To be present among you.
To care for the old and frail
To wipe away the tears of fathers and mothers,
And to encourage laughter from the bright youth once more.
O’ sweet children of Pashto,
My heart bleeds for your futures,
And my tears flow to your broken lands.
Which have been manipulated;
Abused in the name of God and Glory.
Uprooting your native roots.
For the testament of your ancestors stand nearly as high beside the Pillar of Time.
O’ little ones,
I pray that you will see better days and live in harmony.
To return to school,
To play outside without fear,
And to pursue your dreams without damnation.
Blessed are they who seek mercy from above,
And abandon hope that mankind alone can forge peace.
May God’s mercy be upon your broken hearts.