No desire to speak again whom to ask, what to say?
I am accursed by time whether I sing or not.
Why should I talk of honey since it is poison for me?
I cry out! My dark oppressors close my mouth.
I have no confidante, no one to trust,
Why do I cry and laugh and still remain?
This grief, this failure and regret,
I can do nothing, my mouth sealed shut.
I know it is spring, the season of delight,
But whats the use of tethered wings? I cannot fly.
Even though I've long been silent,
I recall the songs my heart and soul speak every moment
Happy the day when I will break the cage,
Abandon solitude and sing with joy.
I am no weak tree that sways with every breeze,
An Afghan daughter, it's right that my voice cries out.