You Hazari, you, Herati, you Kabuli, you Kandahari
Open your city gates
Acknowledge your sun-dried debt
Atonement awaits:
Glory to god in the highest
Hazari
Shame to your opium-eaters
Their godless song
Their headless dance
Hosannah in the highest
Herati
Display your daughters like dates, like raisins, like almonds
Present them sunless on the pistachio scales
Blessèd for the betrothal chosen
Go in place of peace
Kabuli
Short her diesel death
Garotte your holy goat
Option your holy son
Lever your wretched daughter
Wash your hands in holy water
My fault, my most grievous fault
Kandahari
Garotte like the holy goat
At your unwashed feet
Your innocent, your unanointed
And also with you