Yeriling Tash

Parwar

Is it that I have seen little, or is my music scarce?

Is it that I have seen little, or is my music scarce?

Holding my collar, I just laugh

These questions make me want to laugh

Is it Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, or another time?

Is it Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, or another time?

Running and running, one day I will eventually turn to dust

One day I will eventually leave

Embrace her, she is your mother

Embrace her, she is your mother

Your son remains thirsty for your milk

Longing for your love

Begging you to give me a drop

Begging you to give me some love

Wearing few clothes

Wearing few clothes

Born onto the threshing floor (difficult times)

Came to the world at the wrong time

The punishment is eighty lashes for you

Give him eighty lashes as punishment

My job is a doctor, my head hurts

Work is a doctor

Finding no cure, I have no choice

Cannot find a cure for headache

I took off the white coat and froze

Later, having no choice, I tore up the white coat

I have no cut tongue (shame), my legs hurt

Never bowed my head in front of others

Even if feet are worn out, myself

Although legs hurt, the path I chose myself

I started the chosen path

I will still continue to walk this path

I complained to myself, why are there so many bosses

Roared at myself, so many people controlling me

At 24 years old, I contended with the sky in my heart

24 years old, thought I had grown up big

Black eyebrows, dusty eyebrows

Black eyebrows, hair with dust

Tears flowed, friends failed

Tears flowed, but so-called brothers were incapable

My artlessness, my dad's, my mom's...

It was me who was very stupid

My black eyebrows, I didn't look enough

Looking at parents' eyes, as if can never look enough

Alas, I didn't look enough

Never look enough

Because the eternal stone didn't crack

Because the stone hasn't cracked yet

I said Thanks and Bowed to people who gave pen and notebook

Giving constant thanks to those who helped me

Pen and Notebook, My Voice, My Foolish Melody

Pen and notebook are my voice, are my melody

My cracking stone, my cracking stone

Crack my stone, crack

My sun has set

My sun has set

My sun sets, my head stands, my friend touches

Sun set, brothers revealed true faces, but I am still here

Your stone cracked, we are your brothers

And my true brothers!

Kawsar...

Etiraz

One day unlocked locks will be locked

Unlocked doors will eventually be locked.

One day the clubs we played in will be closed

Even the clubs we partied in will close someday.

If story doesn't end in mother's embrace

The story didn't end in my mother's embrace.

Alas, I am now in life's torrent

Unfortunately, I'm living under pressure now.

I walked alone in the dark night

Walking alone in the endless night.

In the stream of misery, in the middle of the street

Feeling lonely, but my will is firm.

I don't know who asks about my condition

I don't know who cares about me.

I didn't beg strangers for my condition

And I haven't begged anyone to care.

I didn't regret, who cares about me

I know clearly that everyone lives in their own world.

I finished drinking the liquor in my hand

I drank up the only wine I had.

If I work staking my life, the boss's state...

Working my life away, but the boss's attitude remains the same.

If I look around, the state of the servant

I looked around—it's the plight of the workers.

So the head froze (got confused), dawn broke (tired)

Couldn't think of a better way, so I finally collapsed.

Wherever I step, people's cries

Wherever I go, I find other people's resentment.

Endure, these days will pass

Hang in there, it will all pass.

One day Etiraz will also die

One day Etiraz will also pass away.

Kawsar...

ROMAL (Headscarf)