The first messenger of death.

The first messenger of death.
 India wants to send one of its division troops to Afghanistan. Pakistan will not make noise.  Why would we make noise?  Listen!  When new animals arrive in the hunt, hunters are happy, do not make noise, do not worry.

 Listen!
 You are a nation that burns bodies in ash streams.  You have so much strength in your legs, you can carry so many dead bodies in your shoulders.  So far you have only heard the bells of the temples and have seen dancing bells in the temples.  You have not heard the footsteps of the death march on the plains of Afghanistan, nor have you seen the death dances in the streets of Afghanistan.
 Listen!
 Your soldiers are the ones who see the coming cows and lay on their heads and cry and pray for life.  The fighters here put their hands in the lion's jaw and pulled it out of the throat.  They laugh at death and hold him dear as a beloved.
 Listen!
 Do you remember the Hindu Kush Mountains?  Come here and remember the meaning of Hindu Kush too.  That means abolish Hindu.  The mountains of Hindu Kush and their inhabitants await you.  Sent one not two divisions Indian Army.  This time the coffin is more ready to be worn, not less like a cargill.
 Listen
 The British came here to weep and they were the superpowers of their time.  The Russians who came here were the superpowers of their time.  Americans are crying here and they are the superpowers of their time.  Don't you feel sorry for your soldiers?  Have compassion on them.

 Listen!
 When the dead body is burnt in your crematoriums, the baby carries the leftover ashes.  But in the caves here, the flesh of the bodies of the enemy creeps into the flesh and the bones become dust.  But the soil of the grave still could not escape the enemies.
 Listen and listen carefully!  These are not conversations about your death.
 When you come to Afghanistan, these secrets will be echoed by your four hundred.  You will die of death many times before you die.  Here you will see death all the time.  Moving, crawling and flying death.  You will ask for death, but death will keep you from laughing.  And you will be asked again and again, who came here asking me….