Dar Xob

Dar xob mar ne tu, yem shoiri  

šati mar kerte ti xušruyiɣ̌

Niv bor kṣ̌uye jonon ẓ̌ʉ dil tangiɣ̌

Never did I dream of becoming a poet,
But your love grew too heavy to bear.
Listen, O beloved, to the cries of my heart.

Koški peydo tu ne witk adem jahon

Ne wuswusa em witu ne prišon

Nivem pagal be wuze hamam heyrone

Had you never come into this world, I wish,
I would neither be lost nor distressed.
Now, I am both mad and bewildered.

Bahor tar x̌anmen wuz nawbahor

Da x̌ʉ chaman ki maẓ̌ ʦar nihol

Mlol mey go ẓ̌ʉ pzʉv dem ṣ̌eɣ̌d sole´

Spring, I will paint you as a new season,
In your garden, if you choose to plant me.
Don’t shatter my heart this new year.

Koški peydo tu ne witk adem jahon

Ne wuswasa em witu ne prišon

Nivem pagal be wuze hamam heyrone

Had you never come into this world, I wish,
I would neither be lost nor distressed.
Now, I am both mad and bewildered.

Ti išqi teye dem ẓ̌ʉ jigar

ẓ̌ʉ jigari witke išqe kancer

išqe kancer iloji ya ti nazar

Your love weighs on my heart,
I am in unbearable pain (literally: as if my heart were a patient of love's cancer.)
Only you can heal me (literally: your gaze is the cure for my love-stricken pain/cancer.)

Koški peydo tu ne witk adem jahon

Ne wuswasa em witu ne prišon

Nivem pagal be wuze hamam heyrone

Had you never come into this world, I wish,
I would neither be lost nor distressed.
Now, I am both mad and bewildered.

- Juma Xon Osi