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Given as a gift from Germany to Kabul zoo in Afghanistan 
No fields to run in - just a miserable enclosed barren land
 
You were blessed with a beautiful lioness partner, Chucha
She must have made you feel no less than a majestic Shah 
 
You survived against all the invasions, and the bloody wars
Behind those dark miserably cramped closed barring doors
  
You were a survivor, that against all the cruelly made odds
Was even threaten to be killed, by the unholy Taliban sods

But your loyal keeper fought for your life, using the Quran
With the prophet Muhammad to aid you to all understand

That an animal is to be respected, he also had his own pets
To kill Marjan, would in the end, will leave you with regrets

But you were brought down by an egotistical Mujahedeen
Who you killed for mauling your Chucha for fun it seemed

In turn the killed brother gave you three grenades as a gift
The damage it caused you was more than deserved - swift

You lost your sight in one eye and near all of it in the other
Because of a under deserving revenge of a grieved brother

You lost all of your teeth, with the blast all of your hearing
Yet you survived, to Afghans, you became more endearing 

That they took it upon themselves to then kill this very man
For the ignorance of the situation as he did not understand

You had thought this man was a threat to your lioness pride
As it was in the end his own fault he was attacked then died

As the wars in Afghanistan raged so did the famine drought
When it came to food for you there was too little of it about

But the Afghan people gathered in force to see you were fed
No one wanted the Shah Marjan from hunger be found dead

You came through all of this, skin sagging on a frame so lean
But for it all, never did once made you ferocious or be mean

Your beloved keeper walked with you within your enclosure  
Despite your injuries you always maintained your composure

Your name travelled the world, and they wished you the best
But after a quarter of a century you then laid yourself to rest

This tribute is to you mera jaan Marjan – the pearl of Afghanistan
May you always with Chucha, fly free, high above this desert land

Higher and higher with the longed for eternal peace may you soar  
As the winds carry along with it your once mighty and proudly roar
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