Nadir Shah Of Afghanistan
Woh Abar Jis Se Rag-e-Gul Hai Misl-e-Taar-e-Nafs
Laden with pearls departed from the presence‐hall of God
That cloud that makes the pulse of life stir in the rose‐budʹs vein
Ajab Maqam Hai, Ji Chahta Hai Jaun Baras
And on its way saw Paradise, and trembled with desire
That on such exquisite abode it might descend in rain.
Harat-o-Kabil-o-Ghazni Ka Sabza-e-Naurasta
A voice sounded from Paradise: “They wait for you afar,
Kabul and Ghazni and Herat, and their new springing grass;
Chana Ke Atish-e-Ao Ra Digar Firo Na Nishan !
Scatter the tear from Nadirʹs eye on the poppyʹs burning scar,
That never more may be put out the poppyʹs glowing fire!”