Wobah from Mandnyan Shaam by Gaekhir Republik

Rov hamsaye
Adde pyos paye
Aesqun doud cha
Ye doud cha mei lalwun

Rov hamsaye
Adde pyos paye
Aesqun doud cha
Ye doud cha mei lalwun

Teer che
Taff chu
Cha Tsaas
Huen chi wungaan
Te’ dum chu.
Poz apuz, te apuz poz chu.

Wanaan malkilmout chu behit
Chu mashomut mael
Sael zann kormut chukh maatmas
Chu ramzanas manz aamut moharram
Che marsi prath akis aanganas.
Chu gomut shah loung
Chu woush prath shahas seeyt

Wabah asi nov cha wuchun
Wabah asi hamsai chu
Wabah asi hamsai chu
Wabah asi hamsai chu

Kalay’yam zev
Aechov zann braant traevem
Pagah ghar aasya?
Mye paghech braant traevem
Mye paghech braant traevem
Mye paghech braant traevem

Rov hamsaye
Adde pyos paye
Aesqun doud cha
Yi doud cha mei lalwun

Shehjar wech’ha yath taape’ kraayay
Aesqun doud cha
Yi doud cha mei lalwun


Translation

Lost my shadow
Then I stumbled to grasp
Is this torment of love -
This torment only mine to cradle?

It is cold.
There is fever.
There is cough.
Dogs are howling.
Breath is short.
Truth is belied,
And lies are gospel.

They say grim reaper is seated
And bygone is all hunger -
As if they have wandered through grief.
In Ramzan has Muharram advanced,
There is elegy in every atrium.

Breaths are crippled,
And sighs shadow every gasp.
Do we have to witness a new affliction?
Affliction is our shadow.
Affliction is our shadow.
Affliction is our shadow.

Stammered my speech,
As if my eyes renounced hope.
Will there be a tomorrow?
I have spurned hope for tomorrow.
I have spurned hope for tomorrow.
I have spurned hope for tomorrow.

I yearn to witness shade
In this scorching sun.
Is this torment of love -
This torment only mine to cradle?

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