My surface gives you life,
But below is death;
Afghanistan is rife,
And I take out the wrath.
Do utilize me to get heal
Or others will take my surface,
And leave you the Pharaoh Nile:
You will have nothing but a regretful face.
You are the only one in the region,
Gifted with my big rivers and sweet founts,
Take the opportunity to the origin,
Or make your next generations pass you taunts.