I recently read SONGS OF LOVE AND WAR - Afghan Women's Poetry and I must say it was a great waste of money buying this book. The poetry they are referring to in the title is only a very small collection of translated landay many of which are so erotic I felt embarrassed just reading them. Below is a selection of a few of the "clean" landay translations found in the book:
May you perish on the field of honor, my beloved!
So that girls will sing your glory each time they haul water from the spring.
My beloved! If you turn your back upon the enemy, do not come home again!
Go and seek refuge in a distant land!
My beloved, come and sit a moment close to me
Life quickly turns into the dusk of a fleeting winter evening
On my native soil, the martyr's drops of blood
Are the red tulips of freedom's springtime
If you did not know how to love
Why did you awaken my sleeping heart?
My love prefers sky-colored eyes
And I don't know how to change mine that are the color of the night
Heroes are always alive,
Only traitors will perish forever
So that girls will sing your glory each time they haul water from the spring.
My beloved! If you turn your back upon the enemy, do not come home again!
Go and seek refuge in a distant land!
My beloved, come and sit a moment close to me
Life quickly turns into the dusk of a fleeting winter evening
On my native soil, the martyr's drops of blood
Are the red tulips of freedom's springtime
If you did not know how to love
Why did you awaken my sleeping heart?
My love prefers sky-colored eyes
And I don't know how to change mine that are the color of the night
Heroes are always alive,
Only traitors will perish forever



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