Foreign poetry

Poetry of the world

Lyrics

Hello world, here's a song that we're singing

Come on, get happy

A whole lots loving is what we'll be bringing

We'll make you happy

We had a dream we'd go traveling together

And spread a little loving if we'll keep moving on

Something' always happens whenever we're together

We get a happy feeling when we're singing' a song

Traveling along, there's a song that we're singing

Come on, get happy

A whole lots loving is what we'll be bringing

We'll make you happy

We'll make you happy

We'll make you happy

written by :Danny Janssen, Wes Farrell.

حەیرانوک

سلاڤ ل خر جیهانێ

ئەڤە سترانەکە ئەمێت دبێژین

یا پرە ژئەڤینێ ئەمێت دڤەرێژین

دێ شاد کەین وێ گیانێ

مە یا هەی خەونەک

پێگڤە دێ وەغەرکەین

دێ بەلاڤکەین

ڤێ کێم ڤیانێ

گەر ئەم ب لڤێن

دێ تشت هەبن

ئەم پێگڤە بین

پر هش ببین

دەما سترانا دڤەگێرین

ل هەمی رەخ ودورا

هێڤە وەرن، خو شاد کەن

پر ئەڤینێ ئەم بەلاڤ دکەین

دێ هەوە شاد کەین

دێ هەوە شاد کەین

دێ هەوە شاد کەین

نڤێسینا : دانی جنسن وس فارل

گوهورینا : ئەحمەد عەلی

١٧-١٢-٢٠١٦ دهوک

Translated to kurdish

The Eagle

By Alfred Lord Tennyson

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;

Close to the sun in lonely lands,

Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;

He watches from his mountain walls,

And like a thunderbolt he falls.

قورغو ( باز )

ب دەستێت چەمیای، کەڤری دهەل دگریت

ل نک روژێ ، سەر وارێت پتنێ د فرێت

دناڤ دنا شین ، خو رادگریت

دەریایا تێک چوی د بنرا د چیت

ژ دیوارێت چیای د نریت

وەکی بریسیێ درژیت

١٩٧٢ \ میسل

Partridge song

come to me

my love

I am calling

hear my song

sweet one

I am drumming

in the reeds

dear one

I am waiting

come to me

my love

I am calling

BY: kateri akiwenzie

قەبا کەوی

وەرە دەف من

ڤیانا من

ئەزێ دقەبم

گوهبدە سترانا من

شرینو..

ئەزێ تمبلکی لێدەم

دناڤ قەرەمی

خوشتڤیێ من

ئەزێ ل هیڤیا تە

وەرە دەف من

ڤیانا من

ئەزێ دقەبم

Translated into Kurdish by: Ahmed Ali

2-2-2018 - Duhok

Fear God

You should fear God if you are heedless

Offer you sustenance in a way that you do not know

How can you fear poverty, and God is a Provider?

He provided for birds and the whale in the sea

Whoever thought that sustenance is obtained by force,

So, the bird never ate something with the eagle

Prepare in your life because you don’t know

When night falls, will you live till dawn?

How many healthy ones died without disease?

And how many sick ones lived for a period of time

How many adults have gone into a laugh and shrouds?

While their coffins are being sewn without knowing

He who lives one thousand and two thousand

Must be on one day walking to the grave

Translated by: Ahmed Ali from old Arabic poetry

23-3-2020 Duhok