Recitation of uncle Nazir's latest song in Wakhi :)

yem ghami x'eghd, woz yem zakhmi be toza toza

dil-e-noye'hkri yem dard be zaq nodida

suzi yem sof zi digar, tem zxhu wujudi ce pidhing 

dardi yem sof zi jidha, x'etki zxhu ruhay choghda 

x'eghdi x'hekhsetk qayomat ska zxhu obod jahon

wakhtep zaq re'sht maazh'er yem ti rumu'xner zxhu jon 

The grief is new, and the wounds fresh 

To my naive heart, the pain unknown

Different is the chilly air, piercing through my being 

The pain is new, putting scars on my soul 

My cheerful world has freshly been ruined 

Forgetting you is going to take me some time

Wuchi ya chukht x'aker, bengi ce zxhu ishqay makon

Gardi be ghal nay niyeng, motamet shurisht arzon 

Vitkev purdest cumer hasratisht, x'akri malum 

khokev armonisht ce vitk, yaavi be x'aker pusron 

Kumri fursat ki yi loy nezdem, zxhumurem x'u ziyon

wakhtep zaq re'sht maazh'er yem ti rumu'xner zxhu jon 

Pieces of the destroyed home are scattered, waiting to be picked up again  

The noise, the wailing and the dust, nothing, has yet settled down 

My wishes and dream trapped under the rubble, are yet to be known 

My disgraced desires are yet to be healed, looked after  

And yet, there is no time, to sit and count the losses I incurred 

Forgetting you is going to take me some time

Ya'xhk e bisabri be bu wakht zi putrumner ghal 

Ruya dunyowri yem dardev'ay jur-vuvner ghal 

Dil e badbakht ce khunyon x'etk, shovi x'aker 

Nobukor, no arom, armonvi rukhpuvner ghal 

Sharmay dunyowi be tey, khakri zakhik rasm-e-jahon 

wakhtep zaq re'sht maazh'er yem ti rumu'xner zxhu jon 

The restless tears have to be kept in waiting, for a while

The pain has to be hidden, in front of the world

The rumblings of my unfortunate heart have to kept silent

Useless, restless, wishes have to be lulled into the world of dreams  

Traditions of the world have to be respected, to avoid the shame 

Forgetting you is going to take me some time

Dardvi soz x'aker, ya'shkvi owoz x'aker

Zakhmvi rang x'aker, doghvi biyoz x'aker  

Bas ya ti khobet khayoli ce buguch dem zxhu wujud

Surat-e-baydi ya'vay rangvi fizoz x'aker 

Ishqay sarmoya ei yem, soodi x'aker her yi ziyon 

wakhtep zaq re'sht maazh'er yem ti rumu'xner zxhu jon 

Pains have to be turned into tunes and tears into voices

Injuries into colours and the scars, into papers 

Your memories and my dreams, stay together, defining my being 

Like a song, all these, have to be narrated, with beauty 

It is the capital of love, every loss has to be turned into a gain 

Forgetting you is going to take me some time

Yem ti armon, ti hasrat, ti tamanno, ti nixs'hun

Jayi durkor yav'ay goor x'aker dem x'u durun

Yodisht tin ch'urner, yashtev pa jahon, dem zxhu wujud

X'akri guldasta yav'en, qabri zuvuvner nek x'un

Ghafchi ghal yark ay Bulbul, ki were'sht tor ti jon

wakhtep zaq re'sht maazh'er yem ti rumu'xner zxhu jon 

Wishes, desires, signs and dreams 

there isn't enough space in me to burry, all, these

Your memories, making most of my being, have to be searched through,

Then turned into a bunch of flowers, to adorn the grave of my dreams

There's a lot to do, oh Bulbul, if you get some more time 

Forgetting you is going to take me some time

Poet: Nazir Ahmed Bulbul, Translator: Nurmomad, Language: Wakhi (Pamiri)