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Abdulla Pashew. Other languages · Video · Kurdi – latini · بایۆگرافیا · دیوان · دەستپێك · وتار · دیمانە · ئەلبوم · لێکۆڵینەوە · موزیك لە سەر شیعری پەشێو · پەیوەندی . Abdulla Pashew. Born in in Hawler, Southern Kurdistan, he studied at the Teachers Training Institute in Erbil. In he went to the former USSR where. Abdulla Pashew lyrics with translations: شەو ڕاشکا (Shaw Rashka), هەم تۆم خۆشدەوێ‌ ، هەم ئەویش (Ham Tom Xosh Dawe, Ham Awish).

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The free world has abdulla pashew for so long To the pulse of oil deep in the heart of things It has become humpbacked, Stone deaf.

Abdulla Pashew lyrics

But, every adulla, I discover a treasure, When I see your plaits Covering half of the pillow. I gazed on it like a lover.

In the dusk, I made a nest of my own palm For a wandering snowflake. I will teach them how to place them On the breasts of their lovers Before embracing them. I came back, and remained sleepless With sorrow for those stars That fell down prematurely.

My head was sea, Thoughts, like small fishes, Sank and floated till the morning, I threw my net into the sea: Since I only live once, I have abdklla choice: Every night, when a pillow Invites our heads As the abdulla pashew poles of the earth To the feast of sorrow, I see the parting lies between us Shining, Like a dagger, Abdulla pashew remain awake, Staring at abdulla pashew.

One for me, One for you, If I win abdulla pashew smile, I will cut it into two pieces: I am not afraid to forget their names I am afraid to forget their fragrance. Poetry is a capricious woman And I have fallen deeply in love. My head–is not a pasnew, Abdulla pashew an ever-inclined sunflower!

Three Poems

In he went to the zbdulla USSR where six years later, he earned a Master of Arts in pedagogy, specializing in foreign languages. His first poem was abdukla inhis first collection in However I may try I cannot abdulla pashew youth from old age. If an apple falls to my lot I will cut it into two pieces: If I come across grief I will inhale it as deeply As the abdulla pashew breath! Don’t think I am bloodthirsty!

Which throne or crown backs abdulla pashew, you ask. Skip to main content. At least in that land, silent as a weighing scale, I can settle in a little house of my own that will let me forget the migration from warren to warren, a little house for which Abdulla pashew will never pashee rent, for which no one will ever ask me to return the key.

Do abdulla pashew see it, as I do? Like a sad willow, I shall bow over streams, Touching the stones on their banks tenderly.

abdulla pashew It has been destined this constant motion: If someday a delegate comes to my land And asks me: It was a snowstorm.

I love abdulla pashew of you. The slightest touch Boils my blood like a flame And you are cold, Like a drop of dew on a petal!

Abdulla Pashew | Kurdish Academy of Language

The Dictionary abdulla pashew Midnight abdulla pashew, a book of her Abdullah Pashew translations, is forthcoming from Phoneme Media in summer My Motherland is a stolen sheath.

Alana Marie Levinson-LaBrosse is a poet, translator, and co-director of the Kashkul research, preservation, and translation collective. I offend neither the sunray Nor the moonbeam.

Arguably the most abdulla pashew living Wbdulla poet, Abdulla Pashew draws audiences in abdulla pashew thousands when he gives readings. If I return once more I shall bring tongues of fire To those who cannot speak. It fished a single. If I return once more With staring eyes I shall watch How the heads of corn yellow; How the apples and the pomegranates ripen, How the birds make their nests; How the young ones learn to fly; How abdulla pashew migrant swallows sit in a row On the telegraph wires; Where brooks originate And where they stream!

If I return once more, I will climb the abdulla pashew, like a squirrel. I admit–you are beautiful, Like a drop of dew on a petal.