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    Ghani Khan

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    The poet expresses admiration for the cities and beauty he has seen while traveling, including the airplanes of Britain, palaces of London, beautiful cities of Italy and girls of Paris. However, he finds the narrow streets of his village and embracing an uneducated brother to be dearer. While thankful to have been born among the upright Pakhtun people, the grand palaces of London and beautiful girls of Paris hold no value to him compared to speaking the traditional Pakhtun language.

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    The poet expresses admiration for the cities and beauty he has seen while traveling, including the airplanes of Britain, palaces of London, beautiful cities of Italy and girls of Paris. However, he finds the narrow streets of his village and embracing an uneducated brother to be dearer. While thankful to have been born among the upright Pakhtun people, the grand palaces of London and beautiful girls of Paris hold no value to him compared to speaking the traditional Pakhtun language.

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    The poet expresses admiration for the cities and beauty he has seen while traveling, including the airplanes of Britain, palaces of London, beautiful cities of Italy and girls of Paris. However, he finds the narrow streets of his village and embracing an uneducated brother to be dearer. While thankful to have been born among the upright Pakhtun people, the grand palaces of London and beautiful girls of Paris hold no value to him compared to speaking the traditional Pakhtun language.

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    Ghani Khan

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    Sabah Sarah
    The poet expresses admiration for the cities and beauty he has seen while traveling, including the airplanes of Britain, palaces of London, beautiful cities of Italy and girls of Paris. However, he finds the narrow streets of his village and embracing an uneducated brother to be dearer. While thankful to have been born among the upright Pakhtun people, the grand palaces of London and beautiful girls of Paris hold no value to him compared to speaking the traditional Pakhtun language.

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    Maa lidali da ferang khkuli jaazuna

    I have seen the airplanes of Firang (British)

    Chey Daa laanday thray ghurzand wakhi sinduna


    Underneath you see the thunders of the ocean
    ...
    Maa lidali mahaluna da london
    I have seen the palaces of London

    Jinakay mastay azaaday gulbadan


    Beautiful, free and romantic girls

    Maa lidali da Italy khkuli khaaruna


    I have seen the beautiful cities of Italy

    Sra ye angur, sra ye sharab, aw sra ye guluna


    With red grapes, red wines and red flowers

    Maa lidali da Paris khaa pairay khkulay


    I have seen the beautiful girls of Paris

    Pa kirdaar, gufthaar khwagay laka balbalay


    With sweet voice and style like butterfly

    Maa lidalay Tajmahal ghutay da gulo


    I have seen the flowers of Taj Mahal

    Da delhi khkuli khaaruna da Mugholo


    Beautiful Mughal cities of Delhi

    Maa lidali America kay deer khaaruna


    I have seen cities in America

    Chay waryazo tha ye rasee makaa nuna


    The buildings touching the clouds

    Kho chay wowinam daa khpal da khato kor


    But once I see my own house made of mud

    Raana heer shee mahaluna khaistha nor


    I forget about all the palaces of the world

    Daa naray thangay koosay zamaa da kali


    These narrow streets of my village

    Wartha sada di da dunya khaaruna khkuli


    Are dearer to me than all the beautiful cities of the world

    Chay kharh makhay wror Pakhtun sinay la darshi


    Once you embrace an uneducated and simple Pakhtoon brother

    Darna hair ba tol khaayisth da bahrobar shi


    You will forget about all the beauties of the universe

    Khudaya shukar chay paida de da de qaaam kram


    Thanks Allah that I am born in this nation
    Da pakhtun da nar wajud de yaw andaam kram
    I am a part of the body of an upright Pakhtoon

    Sa ba kram da London loi mahaluna


    The big palaces of London are of no use to me

    Da Paris jinai khaistha Rome guluna


    And the beautiful girls of Paris and flowers of Rome

    Pa Wallah chay da Janatha ba sham sthun


    I swear I will come out of Paradise

    Chay kanzal pakay waw nawram da Patkhun


    If I don't listen to the traditional language of Pakhtoon

    By: Ghani Khan Baba

    Maa lidali da ferang khkuli jaazuna

    Chey Daa laanday thray ghurzand wakhi sinduna


    ...
    Maa lidali mahaluna da london

    Jinakay mastay azaaday gulbadan

    Maa lidali da Italy khkuli khaaruna

    Sra ye angur, sra ye sharab, aw sra ye guluna

    Maa lidali da Paris khaa pairay khkulay

    Pa kirdaar, gufthaar khwagay laka balbalay

    Maa lidalay Tajmahal ghutay da gulo

    Da delhi khkuli khaaruna da Mugholo

    Maa lidali America kay deer khaaruna

    Chay waryazo tha ye rasee makaa nuna

    Kho chay wowinam daa khpal da khato kor

    Raana heer shee mahaluna khaistha nor

    Daa naray thangay koosay zamaa da kali

    Wartha sada di da dunya khaaruna khkuli

    Chay kharh makhay wror Pakhtun sinay la darshi

    Darna hair ba tol khaayisth da bahrobar shi

    Khudaya shukar chay paida de da de qaaam kram


    Da pakhtun da nar wajud de yaw andaam kram

    Sa ba kram da London loi mahaluna

    Da Paris jinai khaistha Rome guluna

    Pa Wallah chay da Janatha ba sham sthun

    Chay kanzal pakay waw nawram da Patkhun

    By: Ghani Khan

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