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Man Aishayee khochak, chun shabparayee kochak, bau bole raqs chasm ba duniya ghoshudam
Parwaaz namodam, ba aasmonhau, ba awje kahkashonhau, bee khiol-O bee bauk,
Chi khashang bood aun zamanhau, nee nai-O nee amr, na bar aasemonee mo abr,
Mau dushizaghone baud raqsideem-O khandideem shawd,
Na herosee Talib, na zindoniyee buqra, na sangsor-O, na sakhra,
Waa mu haif-O afsoos, u waqto guzesht,
waman Aishayee khuhchak shudham faqat kaufir.
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I little Aisha, like a little butterfly, with dancing wings, opened my eyes to the world
I flew in the skies, beyond the heights of the Universe, without worries or sorrow
How beautiful were those times, no nay-sayers and no commands, no clouds in our skies,
Us young mademoiselle of the wind, we danced and laughed joyfully,
No fear from the Talibs, no imprisonment of the burqa, no stoning
But what a shame and pity, those times ended and
I little Aisha, became an Infidel.
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