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Yesterday I saw a dancer She was shining like a flower She was dancing slowly Her lips, like delicate leaves,   Her beautiful face was like a book,   In the dark of night,  she shone like a candle.   In the gathering,  there were some important people,   And some strangers who had come,   When a stranger would approach her,   She would shyly move away,   When a nobleman would come near,   She would turn toward him.   Some drank wine and became intoxicated,   Some smoked hashish and lost themselves,   I too was sitting in the gathering,   Unaware of the intoxication,   Lost in strange thoughts,   I wondered whose sister she might be,   In whose lap she might play,   Whose child she might be,   Her veil of modesty slipping away.   Perhaps she is too free-spirited,   Dancing in gatherings so freely,   Or perhaps she has no one above her,   Which is why she is so unrestrained.   Or perhaps she is too young,   Neither shy nor ashamed,   I was lost in these thoughts,   When I heard the sound of the Anklet, She walks toward me and whispered  I looked up,   The moon stood before me,   I could not reach out to touch it,   It came to me in a peaceful manner,   It came close to my eyes,   And seemed to dissolve into them.   She said : Your thoughts are not good!   I am shy, I feel ashamed,   But I am compelled to Dance,   You do not know what I go through,   The state I am in.   I am grateful that God exists,   But I am also very afraid of Him,   I too am someone's honor,   I understand this well,   But I cannot help it,   I am a woman, I Dance in gathering   I'm too helplessness Which is why I am lost every night.   But I will tell you this much,   When I Dance in gatherings,   I spend the whole night crying afterward.   She became like a fairy, delicate,   And her thin tears flowed,   My heart could not stay strong,   I complained to society,   Tears became my guests,   They fell on my head I left the gathering,   And spoke to myself.   Why there no place for such people in such a big world? . . . #pashtoshayari #bakhtzadadanishpoetry #pukhto #bakhtzadadanish #ghanikhanbabapoetry #ghanibaba #afghanistan🇦🇫 #afghanmusic🇦🇫🇦🇫 #pashtopoetry
Yesterday I saw a dancer She was shining like a flower She was dancing slowly Her lips, like delicate leaves, Her beautiful face was like a book, In the dark of night, she shone like a candle. In the gathering, there were some important people, And some strangers who had come, When a stranger would approach her, She would shyly move away, When a nobleman would come near, She would turn toward him. Some drank wine and became intoxicated, Some smoked hashish and lost themselves, I too was sitting in the gathering, Unaware of the intoxication, Lost in strange thoughts, I wondered whose sister she might be, In whose lap she might play, Whose child she might be, Her veil of modesty slipping away. Perhaps she is too free-spirited, Dancing in gatherings so freely, Or perhaps she has no one above her, Which is why she is so unrestrained. Or perhaps she is too young, Neither shy nor ashamed, I was lost in these thoughts, When I heard the sound of the Anklet, She walks toward me and whispered I looked up, The moon stood before me, I could not reach out to touch it, It came to me in a peaceful manner, It came close to my eyes, And seemed to dissolve into them. She said : Your thoughts are not good! I am shy, I feel ashamed, But I am compelled to Dance, You do not know what I go through, The state I am in. I am grateful that God exists, But I am also very afraid of Him, I too am someone's honor, I understand this well, But I cannot help it, I am a woman, I Dance in gathering I'm too helplessness Which is why I am lost every night. But I will tell you this much, When I Dance in gatherings, I spend the whole night crying afterward. She became like a fairy, delicate, And her thin tears flowed, My heart could not stay strong, I complained to society, Tears became my guests, They fell on my head I left the gathering, And spoke to myself. Why there no place for such people in such a big world? . . . #pashtoshayari #bakhtzadadanishpoetry #pukhto #bakhtzadadanish #ghanikhanbabapoetry #ghanibaba #afghanistan🇦🇫 #afghanmusic🇦🇫🇦🇫 #pashtopoetry

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