Translations From Khowar
“Khosh Bigim”— A love Song

Lo and behold! Khosh Begum, the daughter of Ghizer!
The pleasant aroma of whose presence replete the vale!
What a merciless mundane affair is living without you! I quit luxuries:
Clad in rag and roamed with begging bowl around my neck, all for you;
The desire to glimpse Khush Begum is aflame,
But I trade it off for a dreamful rendezvous;
As none spare poor Aman to get away with that luck,
And Lo! The rival approached with dagger in hand!
Ah! Khush Begum disregarded me in the company of friend
I’m like a thirsty soul with an empty glass in hand;
See, my soulful love pampered you, you accepted other’s garland,
Do earnestly live up to pledges, even if it’s for others, I’ll felicitate;
Even if you get adorned for others to look at, I accept,
Should you not urge your devotee to leave the courtyard;
Render me enchained to other so they’ll kill,
If it’s below dignity doing with own hands;
Life without Khush Begum is like a glass without wine;
Alas! Life utterly shattered as she’s not mine;
Confound this world! It only upholds lovers’ sufferings,
Doesn’t matter since rivals, too, have nothing to gain;
Rumor that Aman’s killed at Ghizer is rife; come on!
He is long death ever since denounced by Khush Begum;
If his death is what intended, get him revived to begin with;
By the sniff of Khush Begum’s scented curly tress;
My Mehtar (ruler) his minor age notwithstanding;
Has great sagacity and acknowledges my plight;
I never give in to riches equal to the Kabul ruler;
As I never feel contented short of acquiring her;
No matter even if I don’t have the ruler’s fillip;
I, now, pin hopes on doomsday for her return.
Oh people! Do stop searching for Aman, he’s in meditation;
With spirit circling her like a moth around the lamp.