Rah Bakshtam Ser Parvardaigaro
May the Benvlent God forgive give all my sins
Tsche kyoho waatiyo myani marnai
What will you gain with my death.
Separ Treh mar parma ki ano, pher na kuni gom zere zabre, ashqun khat kansi por na yakhbaro, Rah Bakshtam Ser
What will you gain with my death.”I committed thirty ‘Siparas’ of the Holy Quran to memory in a single sitting, faithfully adhering to the diacritical intonations; yet the valentine punctuated with love could not be read with such facile speed.
Hyena Bu aaya dyen kyoho baryo
Deep enmaeshed, I drag my days
Ven kuy rang gom khaasa babare
A lush green basil fading away
Loli soi thovtham lalvun naaro
With the fire of smouldering within