(Ghani khan)Sardar Ali Takkar Moore (A Tribute to Mother)

Morey (Mother)

Though you are buried and hidden in dust
I still remember your black beautiful eyes

Mother, I havn't forgotten your arms
Around me in my pain
The stories you used to tell me, I recall them every evening
Of Ganjay, Haramooni and Bahram

Your beatings were sweeter than the love of others
Your harsh words were better than the prayers of others
When I'd do something bad
And Baba (father) would lose his temper
You'd be my only friend
And my tears would make you cry as well

Mother, I remember that small swing
Which you used to swing for me
With each swing, your songs and your smiles
Would make my heart as light as the air

Though you are buried and hidden in dust
Though you are buried and hidden in dust

Or when you'd be angry with me
And would make me cry a lot
Mother, I remember all the Eids
When you'd wear jewellery on your beautiful face
You'd fight with me and would make me clean and beautiful
And I'd make myself dirty in the mud
You'd beat me for that and would then kiss me with love
With smiles you'd tolerate my harsh words
I do still remember the smile on your lips
I still remember my running to the festivals
And afterwards when I'd come home tired in the evening
In your lap, and with your 'Allahu' (lullaby) I'd sleep

Though you are buried and hidden in dust

Mother, I still remember one dark night
When my body was hot like fire
My head was full with the noises of airplanes
And my ears went deaf to sound
O my everything, my mother, you'd say 'Qurbaan'
You had cure for each of my 'ah' (cry)

Mother, I also remember another day
When our home was full of cries
Your otherwise warm hands had turned cold
Your otherwise pink beautiful cheeks had turned colorless white
With a smile on your face, you were deep asleep and were not waking up
I was crying but you were not waking up
I said "Mother, mother", but you didn't reply "Qurbaan" to me
But you were lying there like a flower in the autumn
I was crying and you were sleeping with a smile on your face
I was crying and you were not asking me why?

Though you are buried and hidden in dust
I still remember your beautiful black eyes

(Ghani Khan)
Translated by: Shadan Khattak

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[aussieyousafzai]

Tears........ A great tribute to Mother. By a great poet. And great singer. Der wrazay bad may wajaral. Da zra may spak sho. Ror may dera mañana.

[shansab1]

what a sweat song ,, love this song keep it up Mr takar

[dilkash]

Dair Ala TAKARR| ALI SARDAR seb

[jaan4Z]

jab be yi sunta hon to apni ansoo rokna mushkil

hojate haaaa..............

ULLAH mere maa ko hamisha zinda salamat rakhiii

[nammerabadnam]

O MY NATION WAKE UP RAISE LIKE GHANI KHAN BABA EDUCATED PEOPLE SO

CAN DO SOME THING FOR OUR NATIONS.AMEEN

[AFGkillamuzik]

wow, tearsssss for a lost mum Jan Khoda Bobakhshesh

[rorjan3333]

ghani khan ur really great love u and sardar ali saib dair kha zabardast

[saifuddinawan]

the only pushto singer of his class....... excellent

[SARDARaliTAKKARfan]

man, my dream is to see Him in person and bow to him with respect

(even if i have to take a lifetime mortgage),

and also force Naghma and Mangal get together (even if it takes me to jail).

and last but not least - to have Abdullah Muqurai elected as president(even if it takes me to burn this world), then and only then i will sleep in full peace............

BTW. i am serious about this things

[salmanalibangsh]

No comments... after so much emotional tribute,,,,.... 

[TheDD1982]

whenever i listen this poetry,i cant stop my tears.takkar sb zinda aur khush raho.i saluite u.