My secret language, Farsi,
Is quick-witted and deep
Keeps me out of trouble
When needing to speak
Private thoughts in public
With friends and family.
Mom’s qabuli palaw, mantu, bolani
And everything else yummy to eat
We’re used to delicious cuisine
But when guests come, it’s quite a treat.
Our weddings, traditions, music, dancing
You’d have to know, to know that being
Afghan is deliriously outstanding.
Although war has done its damage,
Our hospitality will endure forever
Our famous saffron green tea,
Patience, grit, humor and wit
Humility and centuries old poetry
Pump through our veins
And that will never change.
Afghans are a mix of so many ancient lands
Different faces and races beautify our homeland
We join hands around the world and reminisce,
Nothing compares to Afghanistan
The sweet motherland we miss.
