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Is the eternity of hiding a broken down passion,
Û aryanên ser lêveke xatirxwastiye.
And the pains on a lip has been the bidding of farewell.
Awirvedanên çiyayên kovanê, bi ser keskegotinên salên me de digirtin,
The glances of the mountains of griefs are covering our years of fresh sayings
Di wê werzê de kenê te pîrejinek bû, 30
During that season your laughter was an old lady,
Hebûna kulîlkan, di bin ebayê welatê tozê de vajî dibû,
There were buds being turned upside down under the covering of the dusty land,
Bijale bûn aşûpên bextewariyê,
The visions of happiness were scattered,
Hatine kuştin pirpirîkên dengê agirê birîndar,
The butterflies of the sound of wounded fire were killed,
Ji quntarên çiyayê Toros jî,
Also, from the Toros mountain,
Dengê bilûreke, xwedankuj 206 dihat. 35
It is the sound of a flute, the killer was coming.
Êdî, tu jî, ber bi hembêza jandariyê ve diçûyî û hêdî hêdî, hêmin û asûdeyî.
You as well were approaching the embrace of pain and slowly becoming restful.
Sîbera reşê şevê konê xwe vegirt ser bejna te.
The shadow of the black night occupied its tent over your stature.
206 The person taking ownership in doing the killing.