My tiger-bird, where do you fly, leaving the gardens behind?
My father weeps, abandoning Kabul, where do you now unwind?
My tiger-bird, where do you fly, leaving the gardens behind?
The one you raised with love, with tender hands adorned,
The one you raised with love, with tender hands adorned,
You must steel your heart, Father, to send her forth, to be transformed.
Where do you go, forsaking bonds of blood, so tightly twined?
My father weeps, abandoning Kabul, where do you now unwind?
My tiger-bird, where do you fly, leaving the gardens behind?
Dolls and games will play in your courtyard, laughter will resound,
Dolls and games will play in your courtyard, laughter will resound,
But your friends will not return, nor will your gossips be found.
Where do you fly, abandoning the friends with whom you'd combined?
My father weeps, abandoning Kabul, where do you now unwind?
My tiger-bird, where do you fly, leaving the gardens behind?
The honor of your childhood home, you carry it in your hand,
The honor of your childhood home, you carry it in your hand,
May you find joy in your new home, may you always understand.
My garden's fragrance, where do you go, leaving the springtime behind?
My father weeps, abandoning Kabul, where do you now unwind?
My tiger-bird, where do you fly, leaving the gardens behind?
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