On the Eve of Eid

زما ډېر خوښ نظم، د انګريزي ژباړې سره۔

On the Eve of Eid

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.Poem by: Ab'rahman Rahmani

English rendering: Hamayun Masaud

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Eid song crackles on the age-old radio

Thoughtful mother has readily dyed eggs in a variety of colors

In excitement, children sit upright on bed-cushions with their new shoes on

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Father, who has just returned from the mosque commanded:

‘Ensure to send tea to the mosque at the break of dawn’

One of the boys is mad at the tailor

Complains: ‘The tailor purposely missed to stitch side pocket to my kurta

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“Besu” making the Henna paste, jocundly murmurs songs to herself

As if the demon-sprit of wantonness has taken possession of her   

The aroma of Henna is spread throughout the room, 

A subtle state of euphoria prevails in the environment 

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“Besu” looks at the first letter of her lover’s name

Embossed (with Henna) on the palm of her hand

And playfully makes funny faces at it

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Tinkling her green bangles in rhythmic succession

She again casts a hurried glance at her palm,

And fondly murmurs: ‘Woe to you Mirgulia!’

‘Your appalling naivety is killing me!’

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نظم

”اختر، شپه“

زړې راډیو کې داختر سندره

مورکۍ په څو رنګه هګۍ رنګ کړې

نوو څپلو سره وړوکی،ښکلی

دبیسترو له پاسه نېغ ناست،دی

بابا تازه اوس له جوماته راغی

وایي؛دسهار چای به جومات ته ښه په وخت وروړو

دا بل وړوکی هم خیاط ته غوسه 

وایي؛دبغل جېب مې کميس کې نشته!!!

”بسو“نکريزې خیشتوي پټې سندرې وایي

نن دشوخۍ پیریان پرې ټول ناست دي

نکريزو بوی دی په کوټه کې خوشحالي ،نڅیږي

او ”بسو“ورغوي کې دنوم توري ته وروځي و پزه وهي

خپل شنه بنګړي هم ښه دقسته شرنګوي،شرنګوي

خپل لاس ته ګوري ،بیا پټ پټ وايي

اې ”میرګلیه“سادګیه مړشې