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Grammar of the Balochky Language. 



[July, 



Ai thigo ma gozana di 



Zi thau mana kisso gwashthaga 



thara hawan kisso gir am 

 Hawai mung KilAan boli akha nag 



ain 

 KhuMa zath hawai Kisawa 

 Gada hitha. 



Aph garam hitha ni garal&agl 

 Mard giraigh jwan nai zal girai^ft 



kar ain 

 Zurthkni jwin avo anth 

 Balochani hidthi hidthi doshaii 



Pan j hi ai hawai Khunar baz anth 



Raiz maludaga 



Balochan aph tar&gh sama nai 



Balochan ma wathl mulaka mahi na 



waran 

 Maroshi ma tamashai diitha Kacho 



ain gandagai gojd hadsaina wad- 



tha darya bharra mudtho khap- 



thaga 



Lays in Balochky 

 1st. 

 Kidd Gabol Gadhi Pachalo 



Don't be so arrogant 



Do you remember the story you told 



me yesterday ? 

 What birds are those making that 



noise ? 

 God knows such a thing 

 A boil has appeared 

 The water is warm and effervesces 

 It is not proper for a man to weep, it 



is the practice of a woman 

 Juwari is very good roasted 

 The Baloch women do fine needle 



work 

 How many " her" berries for a pan- 



j hi (pais)? 

 The rope is shaking 

 The Balochis don't know how to swim 

 The Balochis don't eat fish in their 



own country 

 I saw a sight to day, three Kachos 



lying dead on the river bank who 



had eaten rotten flesh. 



Talbur Baiwakai mari 

 Durust ghulam i chakari 

 Banadi bashka thaga, 



Dnth nazurth Hadhaiya 



Translation. 

 Kidds, Gabols, Gadhais, Pachalos Tal- 



poors 

 and lawless maris 



all were slaves of Chakar, (Rindh), 

 And he gave them with (his sister,) 



Banadi 

 as a dowry to Hadheyo, (Rindh his 



son-in-law) who refused to take 



them. 



No$a ki guzi^ savzaina 

 Bilaizaryan bazaina 

 Chamma ni sari gwazaina 

 Man phathau tajsar 

 Baid cham chiragh paraiwar 



Syama chotho drashkabar 



Kison chhobi^a 



Drashka I'sai aMtaga chhar ana 



Mulko Kichahan golana 



Bari dithni mabiwana 

 Chuchu zindagai baidana 

 Askko wari i mana 

 Baria jawav tharaintha 

 Isai daadamanai nisht 

 Rab Kuristhan dith'd 

 Drashk shair digara rusta 

 Gafshai bangwai sarzurMa 

 Nair moshai baraibur bi^Aa 

 Drashk dabai^Aa lal bi^a 



2nd. 



Ye clouds that make green, 



don't rain too much ; 



or mine eyes won't close all night ; 



I am thine oh crowned head ; 



the eye light and preserver of the 



world, 

 with snake locks like a branching 



tree. 

 The story of the tree is this : 

 I'sa came as he was travelling 

 in the quarters of the surrounding 



country. 

 He saw Bari in the desert — 

 tell how do live without grain, 

 whence do you eat truly ? 

 Bari answered him : 

 I'sa sat there for a moment ; 

 He saw the power of God. 

 A tree grew out of the ground : 

 At morning prayers it grew up; 

 At midday berries grew on it ; 

 In the afternoon they became red 



ripe. 



