Listen, fierce blows the breeze from the North on those high hilltops,
In the Gandara region of Pakistan there's sun and heat that never stops,
The stone of Takht-i-Bahi echoes back chants ingrained over 700 years,
Here Buddhist monks of Mardan went about life as their way disappears.

Overlooking the plains to the site of Sahrī Bahlol also built in 1 A.D.
Light white clouds drift off to dissipate in cerulean skies endlessly,
Friezes unspoilt watch over the Stupa Courts like they've always done,
And great stone hands and faces lay against falling walls in full sun.

Crested honey...