"دوست "

In my lovely flower garden today I heard
the sweet chirping of a baby bird

I smiled as I listened to it begin to sing
a song in honour of the Spring

The fragrance of flowers perfumed the air
As the warm breeze blew my hair

I remembered my sweet friend living in Khost
and I wondered how is my dear dost

I hope he also enjoyed this beautiful spring day
He's so close even though he's far away

Good friends always remain inside our heart
No matter how much time we are apart

For a friend we'd make any kind of sacrifice
even if it means giving up our own life

For a Pashtun each of our friends is a treasure
For whom our love their is no measure