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Grammar of the Balochky Language. 



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Agai jan mard Koshinabai 



Rastai nishana raz dyan 

 Dushi giroMan sibara 

 Da dubara shamal ku^a 

 Gal Amirai chakara 

 Bhalo Mubarak pusaga 

 Hikhai i zUh rawan 

 Dir banai mulkai kawan 

 Gali murid daiwangai 

 O Sharra bawa mani 

 Sharrai na di^ai dost mani 

 Kitai sarra barai kula 

 Macharragan garku^an 

 Man dan kuran danwa^a 

 Man nailagati yaniyan 

 Lohar pa basa phadan 

 Gudfikhan gwkth dhawan 



Pachomanai daiwanaga 

 Phama byarai /Mwadan 

 Mulla bazai khaga dan 

 Malamai haufainai 

 Mulla Miinshi ai naban 

 Mak nimaza na padan 

 Dast bastago sirai buMtaga 

 Gud Amir mojga 



Kaulai trashan chothwa 

 Mirai salaihain irk ana 

 Jan kada kohh gudhan 

 Phadkalav pabaliya 

 Dast khama pa I'siya 

 Bilaph Mira Chakara 

 Bora ila bastga 

 Kul dhwa a haizaga 

 Makh malang wagadha 

 Tahki o ra hijja rawan 

 Hijja dara zarat khana 

 Hani mar/fMnai murid 

 Ma kutwaiya thaka^a 

 Mast murid cho laidhawa 

 Clihakai janai banala 

 Narmaga do rakhanai 

 Hanai khwanka phaphada 

 Ch&kar Amidi banda 

 Log athi a askhawa 

 Bara thiya duz bara 

 Diwan biyari kalamowa 



" Formerly lover and mistress were 



not killed 

 Mark well and consider it as true 

 To night it has lightened thrice 

 No twice it has become light" 

 Mir Chakar spoke 

 " Very well Mubarak's son 

 At this instant begone 

 Remain in the far Ban country" 

 The fascinated Murid spoke 

 " Oh my own father 

 Tis well you did not see my mistress 

 With bare head in the wide desert 

 I will wander and make my grave 

 With only a Qur6n with me 

 Don't put manacles on me 

 At work is the cruel ironsmith 

 With the breeze of the south in his 



bellows 

 They are for me who am mad 

 Bring for me a potion 

 The Mulla may give me many charms 

 He doesn't know my disease 

 I am not a Mulla or Munshi 

 I will not repeat prayers 

 I will now stoop my back is broken 

 And to be struck with the Amir's 



shoes 

 I vow to cut off my locks" 

 The Mir took off his weapons 

 Took off his starched clothes 

 Left his carpet with Aliya 

 His bow with Psa 

 " Mir Chakar may take all 

 My mare her picket pegs and ropes 

 She will stand starving at her stall 

 I will go begging with beggars 

 I will certainly go on the pilgrimage 

 And offer at the door of the temple" 

 Hani and the noble Murid 

 Were shut up in a room 

 Murid like a wild camel 

 Bites Hani's cheek 

 And her soft lips 

 Hani is called from behind 

 From Mir Chakar's house 

 May his house take fire 

 And his mare be stolen away 

 Gentles my lay is finished 



