Stranger
Balochi Poetry: Pazeer GM
English Translation: Nabeel Armaan
Tis life
Tis servitude
Night’s color is the delightness of walls and streets
My feet are detached from my wheat skined land
Stranger come here
Moving where
Will you not bind the salt of river with your throat
That it gives water to the clouds of dark brutalities
From that side of the river
I am coming
This soldier is coward from roots
I am knowing by his slaved footsteps
This legion is small
Will grow now
before up growing
This cup has to drink the alcohol of war
Clean it
I will never bear the sound of lyre and Rabab of war fronts
Whenever I see the blood I will remind those red lips
Now compelled
See nothing
In dark heart of cheek entangle the snow
Stranger,
Will wake up in your companionship
Mine and You
Just need a small house
And in the house a refreshed life
My desire to smash the caravan of my enemy by myself
And to drink alcohol of our ownership with their skulls
Stranger
The hidden mornings of this world are murmuring
Passerbys moving forth
Gentle steppers,Delight steppers and resting
For a sun’s land
For their voice from that side of river
Whenver I see that side of river
Will never see life of my land
Stranger
I have seen that side of river
Forsee the God
The warden of God’s throne are Fairy
These demons are fogyshing the fairies lips from bloods of Baloch
