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Adnan Karim/ Dli Mn

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Be Vafa

Kanî | Sure Gul | سووره‌ گوڵ | کانی

ئەی ئەو کچەی پاییزانیش بەرگز سەوزە و گوڵی تەڕ ئەدەی لە سەرت
خەو مەبینە قۆڵ و باسکم پشتوێنێ بێت بۆ کەمەرت
تۆ نەتدیوە چۆن ئاگری سپی پیری بەربووەتە تاڵی سەرم!
زۆر ئەترسم دارستانی قژی ڕەشت بگرێتەوە...

تۆ نەتدیوە پەنجەکانم دە چڵی ووشک و برنگن
گەر ببنە شانەی سەرت ساتێک نابا ئەشکێنەوە
لۆمەم مەکە گەر دیت چاوم هەردەم وەک هەوری زستان بێ
من کەناری شیعرم بەسە باوەشم بۆ بگرێتەوە
ئەگەر هات و لە گۆ کەوتم بزانە کە نەمتووانیوە شیعرێ بڵێم ئازارمی تیا جێ بێتەوە

هۆنراوەی: ژەنەراڵی پایییز

Sherko Talib - Ey ew kchey شێرکۆ تالیب - ئەی ئەو کچەی

مەزهەر خالقی- وەرگەڕە

I remember the last time we went to the beach.
We sat in our chairs, watching the tide.
With gulls overheads, and seals dropping by.
We ate a bountiful picnic, out there all alone,
before packing things up, and heading back home.

One flame, small flame, steady in the glass,
not for the crowd, not for the past.
For us alone, the ones who know,
light in the silence where love still grows.

They say time heals, but they never stayed,
never held the weight, never knelt and prayed.
Never spoke the name when the room was cold,
never kept the ember, never caught the fold.
So I strike the match and I let it stand,
a quiet fire cupped in hand.
No hymn, no choir, no gathered crowd,
just the hush of the night where the grief speaks loud.
And the wax runs slow like a story untold,
but the flame burns bright in the shadows it holds.

Candle for the absent, still I ignite,
burning for the names that fade from sight.
One for the silence, one for the pain,
one for the love that will always remain.

See, the world moves quick, and it writes its plays,
but it skips our lines, leaves out our days.
They look away when the tears still fall,
pretend they cared, but they never called.
So I keep this vigil, not for them,
not for their hollow amen,
but for the laughter I still recall,
for the tiny hands, for the steps so small.
For the smile that split the dark in two,
for the life that lived, for the love that grew.

Candle for the absent, no one to see,
burning in the night, just you and me.
One for the silence, one for the pain,
one for the love that will always remain.

And I walk alone, but I walk with fire,
in the quiet truth, in the deep desire.
No crowd can tell me what’s been lost,
no voice can reckon what it cost.
But this flame’s enough, it’s a vow, it’s mine,
an oath in wax, a spell in time.
Though the room is bare and the night is long,
the flame hums low like an endless song.
Not for the world, not for the lie,
but for the heart that still asks why.

Candle for the absent, steady, alive,
burning in the dark where the memories thrive.
One for the silence, one for the pain,
one for the love that will always remain.

One flame, small flame, steady in the glass,
not for them…
but for us.

How I wish I'd made more of the time we spent there.
I could have suggested we stay, and not go anywhere,
and that we wrap up in blankets as day became night.
We’d talk under stars, and in the dimmest of light,
relish each second of the longest of days
not knowing it would never again be that way.

candle for the absent

Haval-Ibrahim-2011-[Ay-Falak]

Kîjolleyi çaw reş û ciwan çende nerm û niyanî
 Be çawî reşita diyare ke xellkî kurdistanî
 Kîjolleyi çaw reş û ciwan çende nerm û niyanî
 Be çawî reşita diyare ke xellkî kurdistanî
 Xellkî kam şar û gundî malltan lekwê ye
 Bonî barane û bonî nêrgzit pê ye
 Xellkî kam şar û gundî malltan lekwê ye
 Bonî barane û bonî nêrgzit pê ye
 Bonî barane bonî nêrgzit pêye
 Pêkî şîrinî kurdî be dem nazdarêkewe
 Pişkoyi gellayi payze be sirwe deşnêtewe
 Pêkî şîrinî kurdî be dem nazdarêkewe
 Pişkoyi gellayi payze be sirwe deşnêtewe
 Çend dillrifêne çende efsûnawye
 Kangayi eşqêkî qull û bê kotayiye
 Çend dillrifêne çende efsûnawye 
Kangayi eşqêkî qull û bê kotayiye
 Kangayi eşqêkî qull û bê kotayiye

Sherko Talib - Ey ew kchey شێرکۆ تالیب - ئەی ئەو کچەی

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