<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=462690" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Kabul</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the beautiful city of Kabul wears a rugged mountain skirt, <br>And The rose is jealous of its lash-like thorns.<br>The dust of Kabul's blowing soil smarts lightly in my eyes,<br>But I love her, for knowledge and love both come from her dust. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sing bright praises to her colourful tulips,<br>The beauty of her trees makes me blush.<br>How sparkling the water flows from Pul-i-Mastaan!<br>May Allah protect such beauty from the evil eye of man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Khizr chose Kabul to Paradise,<br>For her mountains brought him near to heaven's delights. <br>The fort's dragon-sprawling walls guard the city well,<br>Each brick is more precious than the treasure of Shayagan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every street in Kabul fascinates the eye.<br>In the bazaars, Egypt's caravans pass by.<br>No one can count the beauteous moons on her rooftops,<br>And hundreds of lovely suns hide behind her walls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her morning's laugh is as gay as flowers,<br>Her dark nights shine like beautiful hair.<br>Her tuneful nightingales sing with flame in their notes,<br>Fiery songs like burning leaves, fall from their throats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sing to the gardens, Jahanara and Shahrara.<br>Even the Tuba of Paradise is Jealous of their greenery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mirza+Muhammed+Ali+Saib">Mirza Muhammed Ali Saib</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=462690" data-title="Kabul de Mirza Muhammed Ali Saib" data-description="Oh, the beautiful city of Kabul wears a rugged mountain skirt, And The rose is jealous of its lash-like thorns. The dust of Kabul's blowing soil smarts lightly in my eyes, But I love her, for knowledge and love both come from her dust. I sing b..."></div> </div> </div>

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