Zunbil, also written as Zhunbil, was a dynasty south of the Hindu Kush in present southern Afghanistan region. They ruled from the early 7th century until the Islamic conquest of Afghanistan in 870 AD. The Zunbils are believed to be an offspring of the southern-Hephthalite rulers of Zabulistan. The dynasty was related to the Kabul Shahis of the northeast in Kabul. "It follows from Huei-ch'ao's report that Barhatakin had two sons: one who ruled from after him in Kapisa-Gandhara and another who became king of Zabul".
The Zunbils worshiped the sun, which they named Zun (read as /zuːn/; ZOON) from which they derived their name. Their territory included between what is now the city of Zaranj in southwestern Afghanistan and Kabulistan in the northeast, with Zamindawar and Ghazni serving as their capitals. The title Zunbil can be traced back to the Middle-Persian original Zūn-dātbar, 'Zun the Justice-giver'. The geographical name Zamindawar would also reflect this, from Middle Persian 'Zamin-i dātbar' (Land of the Justice-giver).
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by: Nitty Gritty Dirt BandIf I could borrow from the future and I'd spend it with you
Darling, in a very special, I'd treat you to a sundae
On a Saturday afternoon and we'd spend the night together
Throwing snowballs at the moon
We'd be aiming high and we'd be aiming low
Winding up together, Lord and lettin' them snowballs go
And after every throw, we'd share a little kiss
Make sweet love together every time we'd miss
Oh, I'd like to meet the artist who painted up the sky
And I'd ask him what that color was he brushed against your eyes
And could he paint a picture of two lovers in one balloon
Who go flying off together to throw snowballs at the moon
We'd be aiming high, we'd be aiming low
Winding up together, Lord and letting them snowballs go
And after every throw we'd share a little kiss
Make sweet love together every time we'd miss
If we could stop the world from spinning take it nice
And slow I bet that we could hit once just before we go
But we keep aiming high, we keep aiming low
We'd be aiming high, we'd be aiming low
Winding up together, Lord and letting them snowballs go
And after every throw, we'd share a little kiss