May these white palaces perish;
I think of the pleasant gushes of wind blowing to nomadic tents.
God is benevolent towards the high mountains;
Their peaks are white with snow and their skirts are filled with flowers.
You are bent like a sunflower;
by the time you straighten up half of the day will be past.
Give me you hand, my loved on, and we will hide in the meadow
To love or fall down beneath the knife stabs.
Lay they mouth over mine,
But let me tongue be free so it can talk of love.
Landay are poetic couplets anonymously authored, passed by word of mouth among Pashtoon peoples in Afghanistan and Pakistan, recited and sung in different ways on different occasions. Read more about landay, and find more examples, here.