Paroles et traduction Sedat Anar - Keça Kurd

Keça Kurd

Keça Kurd e, serbilind e
Bejinzirav, pir-î rind e
Şeng û şox û xweyî rûmet
Karxezala şar û gund e

Keçên delal, keçên ciwan...
Hember zilme serî hildan
Ji bîr kirin şe û hine,
Neynik, mûçing, kil û kildan.

Berê diçûn şkefta keçkan
Dolab dirêstin bi sitran
Îro li Botan, Serhedê
Cengê dikin digel halan.

Bi eyarşîrk bêrîvan bû
Sitrana Memê Şivan bû
Dotmama Duwanzde pismam,
Evîn û xewna xortan bû.

Kûzê avê li ser Milan
Dest û pêçî li çembilan
Di rojên cejn û şahiyê
Diket hêlan, dikir dîlan...

Bi tûr û xilç digeriya
Li nav rez û çol û çiya
Ji beyanî ta êvarê
Berhev dikir kereng, giya...

Berhev dikir sergîn, qurmik
Bona ardû, bona tepik
Evîndar û mazîçin bû
Hem şivanê kar û berxik...

Ew tişt hiştin li wê rewşê
Rahişte darê keleşê
Xwe bi rextan rapêçaye
Bilezgînî çû şoreşê.

Şoreşger û şervan e ew
Bi sond û bi peyman e ew
Nabe bûk, dê û kebanî
Heta rizgar neke netew.

Pakrewana gel û welat
Rizgar dike war û kelat
Nexşeya welat xêz dike
Bi xwîna xwe, bi kêferat

Li çiya, di baregehan
Di nav kom û refên şervan
Dike şerê azadiyê
Hêviya Kurd û niştîman.

Kurdish Girl

Kurdish girl, you are beautiful
You are a princess, a lady
You are happy, joyful, and respected
You are the joy of the city and the village

Beautiful girls, young girls
You have resisted oppression
You have forgotten about weddings and henna
You have forgotten about kisses, hugs, and love

Before, you used to go to the girls' cave
You used to make dolls with strings
Today, in Botan and Serhat
You are fighting with your uncles

With your rifles, you have become homeless
The song of Memê Şivan has become your song
My twelve aunts are not with me
This is the dream of the young

You used to carry water jugs on your head
You used to wash your hands and feet in the streams
On holidays and festivals
You used to dance and sing

With your tambourine and flute, you used to wander
Through the valleys, deserts, and mountains
From strangers to this day
You have been collecting firewood and herbs

You have been collecting manure and worms
For your fields, for your gardens
You have been a lover and a worker
And a singer of work and struggle

You have left those things in that state
You have shouldered the rifle
You have wrapped yourself in rags
You have gone to the revolution

You are a revolutionary and a warrior
You are a woman of your word
You will not become a wife, a mother, or a grandmother
Until you liberate your nation

You are a patriot
You will liberate your country
You will draw the map of your country
With your blood, with your sacrifice

In the mountains, in the trenches
Among the ranks of the warriors
You are fighting for freedom
The hope of the Kurds and the nation