I am in love with light and do not fear the dark;
If I don't regret sin, I don't boast of sinning either.
Yesterday a seed, today a flower, tomorrow I'll turn to dust;
I am a gust of wind blowing over the desert garden –
Now, a breeze, now rain, at times I sear in flames,
But I move ever onwards –
I'll be lost if I stand still...

Ghani Khan (Pashto poet)