Reflections of Mihrab Gul Afghan-10

That young man is the light of the eye of the tribe, Whose youth is without blemish, and blow is deadly.

In battles he is fiercer than wild lions, In peace, he is like a beautiful Tartar gazelle.

Nothing strange if his ecstasy is contagious, A single spark is enough for a garden.

God has given him kingly pomp For his faqr has impetuosity and valour like Ali’s.

Don’t look down upon his poverty: This poor man has pride of place among us all.