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You have abandoned me

Terki mi kir[1]

Terki mi kir,[1]
ella xwdi, erman erman,
dilberi min, dilberi min

Daqek danî yari, can, cîgeri min

Xewer newû,
ella xwdi, erman erman,
je yari min

Bû xerawo,
mal xeraw,
dilberi min

Kemandari bê murwet,
bir dili min

Balaxane,
erman erman, erman erman,
xişt o nîme,
xişt o nîme

Feki yari hamdile,
le Golnari[2] jīme

...[3]

Bû xerawo,
mal xeraw,
dilberi min

Kemandari bê murwet,
bir dili min

Type of poem: Folk song based on a real event, sung by Sīmā Bīnā
Name of poet: (unknown)
Region of poet: North Ḫorāsān, Īrān
Era: (unknown)
Language: Kūrmānjī Kurdish, specifically Ḫorāsāni Kurdish

You have abandoned me
O Lord, O God, my longing, sorrow
beloved mine, O my heart's love!

You burnt a searing mark, my love, into my dearest heart.

No news has come, has come to me,
O God, O Lord, my hope, my sigh
from whom I love, from my beloved!

I'm undone!
Home ruint!
O love of mine!

The heartless bowman without mercy
wounds my heart!

My room upstairs, my upstairs room!
my aim, my pain, my goal, my grief
is now a brick and but a half
is one mere brick and then a half!

O the lips of my heart's pair,
of Golnāri[2], my verdant spring

...[3]

I'm undone!
Home ruint!
O dearest mine!

The heartless bowman without mercy
wounds my heart!

[1] As this beautiful poem is composed in Kurdish, a language unknown to me save for through its linguistic and cultural relatives of Persian and Arabic, ChatGPT was perused to provide glosses for the words and grammar unfamiliar to me. Scathing criticism, if deserved, by actual speakers of Kurdish is welcomed.

[2] The name of the poet's beloved: Golnāri, pomegrenate flower

[3] This line, in Sīmā Bīnā's rendition, is not found in any variety of any textual version of this folk song and likely improvised from a separate "poetic repertory". Furthermore, as appears to be the case with the preceding line as well as this one, regional dialectal variations in pronunciation may or may not enter into this as well. Hence, it is left out.