" When I Am Dead "

[samreen]

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me:
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain;
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

" Christina Rossetti "

[samreen]

what if i die?
nothing happen to the sky
other would remain on earth
where i took my birth
birds would chirp on my epitaph.
while people would sing and laugh
some would say ,''he had brain''.
some would say,''he strove in vain''.
the sun will rise the sun will set;
people of world would have no regret.
it will be few heads only,
who after me,will feel lonely.
when alive,i comitted sins;
written on paper,they 'll fill several bins
sins we should committed never.
do good deeds to live for ever.

[samreen]

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land:
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

[Yusufzai]

za' Che Kala Marh Shama

Doobaara de raatla nishta pa duniya
> There is no return to this world again

Nin de waar de ka’ darogh krhey ka’ reekhtiya
> It is your turn today, either you tell a lie or speak the truth

Ter saa’t pa misaal marhey da lahad de
> Passed time is like, the dead body of a grave

Marh chaa naday jwanday karhey pa jarhaa
> No one has give life to a dead one with cries

Za’ che kala marh shama torey jaame waghunda
> Wear black cloths, When I’ve passed away

Rasha pa salgo salgo aakhiree deedan ba wee
> come sobbingly to me, It will be last meeting

Sar ta rasara kena, kh-kul me krha markoon baande
> Sit next to my head, Kiss me on my forehead

Biya me ba onaweenay tol umar jwandoon baande
> You won’t see me alive again the whole life

Sok ba makh aow sar wahi, sok walaarh ghamjan ba wee
> some will be nodding their heads and faces in disbelief, some will be standing grief stricken

Rasha pa salgo salgo aakhiree deedan ba wee
> Come to me sobbingly, It will be our last meeting

Tol ba wee yaaraarn yaraan, za ba pakey na yema
> All friends would be present, I’ll not be among them

Kor ba wi lahad zama, haalta ba ooda’ yama
> Grave will be my home, I’ll be sleeping there

Za’ ba trena laarh shama daa kaley watan ba wee
> I’ll have been gone, This village and country will remain the same

Rasha pa salgo salgo akhiree deedan ba wee
> come sobbingly to me,It will be last meeting

Rasha da Wafa pa khyaal taa pasey jarhegama
> Come with the thoughts of faithfulness, I’m crying for you

Pas da marga biya pe sa taata che yaadegama
> It is useless to be missed by you after my death

Biya ba umar chirta wi. Khaawro ke dafan ba wee
> Omar wont be there anymore, He’ll be buried in the soil

Rasha pa salgo salgo aakhiree deedan ba wee
> Come sobbingly to me, It will be last meeting

Za che Kala marh shama, torey jaame waghunda
> When I’ve passed away, Wear black cloths

Rasha pa salgo salgo aakhiree deedan ba wee
> come sobbingly,It will be last meeting

[Desert Fox]

When I have Fears that I may Cease to Be

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

John Keats