Ballade Of Muhammad Khan

She has put on her green robe, she has put on her double veil, my idol;     My idol has come to me.     She has put on her green robe, my love is a laughing flower;     Gently, gently she comes, she is a young rose, she has come out of the garden.     Gently she has shown her face, parting her veil, my idol;     My idol has come to me.     She has put on her green robe, my love is a young rose for me to break.     Her chin has the smooth colour of peaches and she guards it well;     She is the daughter of a Moghol house and well they guard her.     She put on her red jewels when she came with a noise of rings, my idol;     My idol has come to me.     She has put on her green robe, my love is the stem of a rose;     She breaks not, she is strong.     She has a throne, but comes into the woods for love.     I was well and she troubled me when she came to me in the evening, my idol;     My idol has come to me.     She has put on her green robe, her wrist is a sword.     The villages speak of her; the child is as fair as Badri.     She has red lips and six hundred and fifty beads upon her light blue scarf.     Give your garland to Muhammad Khan, my idol;     My idol has come to me.     From the Pus'hto (Afghans, nineteenth century).