کفن په ترخ کې د سیالۍ میدان له ځمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
سر په تلۍ کې د الله دربار له ځمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
په چارسده کې کړلاده
د غدارانو پرې صلاده
په سرفروشو واویلاده
زه د خپل قام سره په مرګ سیالي کومه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
kafan pa tarkh ke da siālai maidān la tsamah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
sar pa talai ke da Allāh darbār la tsamah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
pa chārsadah ke kar lādah
da ghaddārāno pre salādah
pa sarfrosho wāwailādah
za da khpal qām sara pa marg siyāli komah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
With a shroud under my arm I go to the field of the contest.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
With my head on my palm I go to God's court.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
A cry has gone up in Charsadda,
the traitors have called out against them,
the devoted have cried aloud:
I go to contend with death beside my people.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
بیا د وطن په خاوره جنګ دی
ښکلی میدان د نام و ننګ دی
موري ورځمه زړه مې تنګ دی
په خپله خاوره خپلې وینې تویومه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
byā da watan pa khāwara jang day
skhkalay maidān da nām o nang day
moray war tsamah zṛah me tang day
pa khpala khāwara khpale wine twayomah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
Again there is war on the soil of the homeland;
the fair field is a field of name and honour.
Mother, I go; my heart is tight.
On my own soil I shed my own blood.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
سرې جامې راکړه زما موري
سر راله غوړ که سترګې توري
نوم د پښتون دی په ما پوري
په پښتنه خاوره خپل سر قربانومه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
sre jāme rākṛa zmā moray
sar rāla ghwaṛ ka stargay tore
nom da pakhtun day pa mā pore
pa pakhtana khāwara khpal sar qurbānomah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
Give me red clothes, my mother;
oil my head for me, make my eyes black.
The name of Pashtun is tied to me.
On Pashtun soil I offer my own head.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
مازیګر ووتم له کوره
رخصت مې واخیستو له موره
لار چې تیاره شوه ټکه توره
د اجل ځای ته نیمه شپه ورسیدمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
māzigar wotam la kora
rukhsat me wākhisto la mora
lār che tyāra shwa taka tora
da ajal tsāy ta nimah shpa warsedamah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
At evening I left the house;
I took leave of my mother.
When the road grew dark, pitch black,
at midnight I reached the place of death.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
په لس بجې سبا سحر
سرفروش ووتل بهر
ترې نه چاپېره شول لښکر
زه د قومي صفونو منځ کې ودریدمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
pa las baje sabā sahar
sarfrosh wotal bahar
tre na chāpera shwal lakhkar
za da qawmi safuno mandz ke wudredamah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
At ten o'clock, in the morning, at dawn,
the devoted went out.
Armies closed around them.
I stood in the middle of the national ranks.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
خاص د جمعې په جماعت
فوځونه وختل وچت
علامې راغلې د قیامت
د آخر حکم ته دي هر سپاهي په تمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
khās da jum'e pa jamā'at
fotsuna wakhtal wachat
'alāme rāghle da qiyāmat
da ākhir hukm ta day har sipāhi pa tamah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
At the very time of the Friday congregation
the soldiers climbed up high.
The signs of the Resurrection had come.
Every soldier waits for the last order.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
یو خواته توپې مشینونه
د حکومت واړه فوځونه
بل خواته قام خالي لاسونه
مقابلې ته مې کتل حیرانیدمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
yo khwāta tope mashinuna
da hukumat wāṛa fotsuna
bal khwāta qām khāli lāsuna
muqābile ta me katal hayrānedamah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
On one side cannon and machine guns,
all the armies of the government;
on the other side the people with empty hands.
I looked at the confrontation and was amazed.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
د چارسدې پړانګو بیبیانې
وړې زړې وې که ځوانانې
د روڼو مخکې وې روانې
د سپید پوشو جذبه نه وه د چا کمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
da chārsade paṛāngo bibiyāne
waṛe zṛe we ka tsawānāne
da rono makhke we rawāne
da spedposho jazba na wa da chā kamah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
The ladies of the leopards of Charsadda,
small or old or young,
went ahead of their brothers.
The ardour of the white-clad was less than no one's.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
د خویندو غیږ کې ماشومان
په سر نیولي وو قرآن
آوازې د او په میدان
فخر افغانه، تا ګټم په خپله مرمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
da khwendo gheg ke māshomān
pa sar niwale wo qur'ān
āwāze da o pa maidān
fakhr-e-afghāna, tā gatam pa khpala marmah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
Children in their sisters' arms,
the Qur'an held on their heads,
voices rose on the field:
Pride of the Afghans, I will win you with my own bullet.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
ستاد لیدو مې تلوسه ده
په دې بناز مور جلسه ده
د دښمن خوشي و سوسه ده
زاري مې نه مني منت به کړم تر کومه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
stā da lido me talusa da
pa de banāz mor jalsa da
da dukhman khoshe o susa da
zāri me na mani minnat ba kṛam tar komah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
I long to see you.
for this our meeting has gathered,
the enemy's joy and unrest.
My entreaties are not heard; how long shall I plead?
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
تالا یې کړل زموږ کورونه
بیا یې ورپورې کړل اورونه
زموږ پرې نه رسي زورونه
له داسې ژونده راله مرګ ښه دی بېغمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
tālā ye kṛal zmung korona
byā ye warpore kṛal auruna
zmung pre na rasi zoruna
la dāse zhonde rāla marg skha day beghamah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
They plundered our houses,
then they set fire to them.
Our strength does not reach them.
Better for me a carefree death than such a life.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
چا سره توپ که مشین و
که چا سره سر پوښ غورین و
هر یو ظالم له قهره شین و
په یو آوازي حمله وکړله محکمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
chā sara top ka mashin wo
ka chā sara sar poukh ghorin wo
har yo zālim la qahra shin wo
pa yo āwāzi hamla wakṛala muhkamah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
Whoever had a cannon or a machine gun,
whoever had a [metal] head covering,
every tyrant livid with rage,
at one cry they charged firmly.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
د خدای رښتینی خدمتګار
مړه زخمیان پریوتل قرار
چې روستونه شو په دې وار
د مشین ګڼ خوله یې دوبار کړه راته سمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
da khudāy rakhtini khidmatgār
mṛa zakhmiyān priwotal qarār
che rostuna shwo pa de wār
da mashin gaṇ khwala ye dobār kṛa rāta samah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
The true servants of God,
the dead and wounded fell in rows;
when the last ones were left in this round,
he turned the machine gun's thick muzzle on me again.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
د پښتنو ښکلي ځوانان
په سپین میدان شول شهیدان
له خپل وطنه شول قربان
د تکبیر چغه به وته له هر فمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
da pakhtano skhkale tsawānān
pa spin maidān shwal shahidān
la khpal watana shwal qurbān
da takbir chagha ba wata la har famah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
The fair young men of the Pashtuns
became martyrs on the white field,
were sacrificed for their homeland;
the cry of takbir went up from every mouth.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
خلقو وچت کړل مړه زخمیان
بیا د ګولو شو پرې باران
سور شو په وینو سور میدان
جذبه د خلقو زیاتیدله دم تر دمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
khalqo wachat kṛal mṛa zakhmiyān
byā da gulo shw pre bārān
sur shw pa wino sur maidān
jazba da khalqo ziyātedala dam tar damah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
The people lifted up the dead and wounded;
then a rain of bullets fell on them again.
The red field turned red with blood;
the people's ardour grew from moment to moment.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
ولیدل ما د قام جذبات
هیچا به نه کاوه هیهات
ښکارېدو مرګ ورته حیات
جونه وې مخکې د زلمو نه څو قدمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
wolidal mā da qām jazbāt
hechā ba na kāwa hayhāt
skhkāredo marg warta hayāt
jawna we makhke da zalmo na tso qadamah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
I saw the feelings of the people;
no one cried 'alas';
death looked to them like life;
girls were some steps ahead of the young men.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
جلسې له راغی دا خبر
چې په هر پل په هر ګودر
موږ چې نیولي دي بادر
غورځوي سین ته سرخپوشان زلمي په جمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
jalse la rāghay dā khabar
che pa har pal pa har gudar
mung che niwale di bādar
ghortsawi sin ta surkhposhān zalmi pa jamah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
The meeting was told this news:
that at every bridge and every ford
where we had taken our stand,
they throw the Red Shirt youths into the river in heaps.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
څوک اباسین یو ورل په ښکته
د چا تر اوسه نشته پته
وکړئ تپوس له حکومته
د پښتنو بچي دي مړه کړل په څه تمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
tsok abāsin yo wral pa skhkata
da chā tar osa nishta pata
wakṛay tapos la hukomata
da pakhtano bachi di mṛa kṛal pa tsa tamah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
Some the Abasin carried away downstream,
of whom there is still no trace.
Ask the government
with what hope it killed the sons of the Pashtuns.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
زه د قدرت په نندارہ وم
دې منظر په نظاره وم
د مشین ګڼ خولې ته ښکاره وم
چې مخامخ د زړه په سر ولګیدمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
za da qudrat pa nandāra wam
de manzar pa nazāra wam
da mashin gaṇ khwale ta skhkāra wam
che makhāmakh da zṛah pa sar wolagedamah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
I was watching the display of power,
gazing at this scene,
in plain view of the machine gun's thick muzzle,
until it struck me full in the heart.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
ګولو مې غوښې کړلې فاش
خلقو وچټ کړو زما لاش
ما پسې مه کوئ تلاش
زه علیین ته هغه وخت ورسیدمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
golo me ghwakhe kṛale fāsh
khalqo wachat kṛo zmā lāsh
mā pase ma kuay talāsh
za 'illiyin ta hagha wakht warsedamah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
The bullets laid my flesh bare;
the people lifted my body up.
Do not search for me:
at that moment I had reached the highest heaven.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
په آخرت چې رب قاضي شي
په شفاعت رسول راضي شي
وارد شهید او د غازي شي
زه به غلبیل سینه د خدای په مخکې ږدمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
pa ākhirat che rab qāzi shi
pa shafā'at rasul rāzi shi
wārid shahid o da ghāzi shi
za ba ghalbil sina da khudāy pa makhke gdamah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
On the Last Day, when the Lord is judge,
when the Messenger is pleased by intercession,
when the martyr and the ghazi come in,
I shall lay my sieve of a chest before God.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
اته څلویښت کاله په شمیر
نه مې دي نولس سوه هیر
دا د عیسی رسول وو تیر
ورځ د زیارت وه د اګست وه دولسمه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
ata tsalwekht kāla pa shmer
na me di nulas sua hir
dā da 'isā rasul wo tir
wradz da ziyārat wa da āgust wa dolasma
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
Forty-eight years by count:
I have not forgotten the nineteen hundreds,
those that passed since Jesus the Messenger.
It was a day of visiting, the twelfth of August.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
عبدالمالک خان فدا کړه
پورته د حق یوه صدا کړه
نوی ژوندون قام له پیدا کړه
که خدای راضي شي سفارش به دې کومه
مرګیه مه راځه درځمه
'abdulmālik khān fidā kṛa
porta da haq yawa sadā kṛa
nawi zhwandun qām la paidā kṛa
ka khudāy rāzi shi sifārish ba de komah
margiya ma ratsa dar tsamah
Abdul Malik Khan has made himself an offering,
has raised a cry of truth,
has made a new life for the people;
if God is willing, I shall intercede for you.
Death, do not come to me, I am coming to you.
د دې شعر په اړه
Rohi says Fida recited this poem at a meeting about Babra so that Bacha Khan and thousands of Pashtuns wept. English by Pashtunxwa.
ژباړه: Pashtunxwa
نور ولولئ: Abdul Malik Fida: Khudai Khidmatgar poet of Charsadda, died 1957