Peshawar and Kabul are two friends

Like two eyes on the face of the one beloved.

 

By killing me, they give me life and youth/make me alive and young

Whether/be they are the beloveds of this city (Peshawar) or that city (Kabul).

 

The Pashtoons are (like) meaningful words

They are like scent; travelling/moving/mobile while fixed/static.

 

The slogans/claims of world’s prosperity/progress are (mere) lies/false

As long as/until the homes of the Pashtoons are ruined/lie in ruins. 

 

Piercing/penetrating/sharp, black, (and) predatory eyes

How many killers have surrounded me/ are all around me?

 

Make the streets ornamented with chadors embroidered with silver threads

The stars in the sky are waiting for (such) a spectacle.

 

Their eyelashes are wet with tears like glittering/sparkling stars

The fairies (maidens/pretty girls) of the Pashtoon land have wept (due to hardships of war).

 

Grief/mourn and cries/tears are scattered/spread over the yard/realm of separation

Tomorrow shall again witness/see the games/recreation on the plains/fields of hearts.

 

The messages of beauty spots and the dreams/hopes/wishes/longings

The images/paintings/pictures of raining flowers.

 

The buds of narcissi have not blossomed yet

(But) The butterflies have flown over/touched their chests.

 

The wounded/aching heart of the tragic/sad song is worth seeing (the song is imprisoned)

The beloveds/sweethearts are dreaming of hearing it/longing to hear it.

 

Love is not but a fire on every step/stage

Some are flames of waiting (and/while) some of separation.

 

(He) survives on the hope of finding the shade of your tresses/hair/locks

The (high) noons of Sa’il’s life are out (spent) on the desert/plains.