Who are you?

Who are you?

Am I your whiskers or your
whiskey sours?

Am I your car
or am I your cornstarch?

Am I your heart
or am I your ho-ho?

Who are you?
Who wants to know?

Tree of Life

We were born on the ladder of bone

in the tenth generation of sorrow

Peace was promised again and again

until even grief was broken

on the wheel of the sun

Moon and sun with no tomorrow

on the ladder of blood and bone

in the tenth generation of sorrow


 
-Ghodi (translated from Dari by Jacob Freeze in Mazar-i-Sharif 2010)