Reflections of Mihrab Gul Afghan-13

To me this world appears topsy-turvy; I don’t know what you feel about it.

Every heart is experiencing a Resurrection, Nothing strange if the young are feeling confused.

Old man of the harem, your morning prayers Can hardly bring the dead to life without bold exploits.

These monasteries can’t help in the development of the khudi, No spark can fall from half-choked flames.