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From above the water, clouds reflected,

going, coming, snowy Hindukush,

a girl, Jaghori River, yes, a mirror –

you want to learn secrets – relinquish dignity,

sea becomes, a spring. Ghazni province,

lush green valley, rivers flowing, rain,

a good land – a land with brooks, streams,

and deep springs gushing out into the valleys and hills,

a land with wheat and barley, vines and fig trees,

pomegranates, olive oil and honey,

a land where bread will not be scarce

and you will lack nothing. Do not forget

the Lord your God. Lover of God,

forgotten I, sea becomes, a spring.

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