Gule from TOV by Rewşan

THE ROSE
It is not an arrow or a dagger,
Neither is it a snake or a dragon.
It isn’t a sword or a revolver,
The scent of the rose has killed me.

It is not a spring or a river,
In the midst of a cold evening,
In a uphill and a wryly road,
The face of the rose has killed me.

The mountains are snowy and foggy,
The roses and the crocuses are gone,
The ones that dies are the brave ones.
The color of the rose has killed me.

The rose is unwilling and weak,
The rose is both a healer and a queen,
The rose is sly like a fox,
The chest of the has killed me.

The surroundings were silent,
My grave was far away,
There wasn’t an attack nor a war,
The eyes of the rose has killed me.

The rose is quite and calm,
The rose is both pure and in a cry,
The rose is joyful and coquetry,
The voice of the rose has killed me.

Kurdish
GULÊ
Ne tîr û ne xencer bû
Ne mar û ne ejder
Ne şûr û ne şeşder bû
Bêhna gulê ez kuştim

Ne kanî ne robar e
Dinê êvar û sar e
Erd evraz û xwar e gulê
Rûyê gulê ez kuştim

Çiya berf û duman e gulê
Gul sosin nemane gulê
Yê dimire beran e gulê
Rengê gulê ez kuştim

Gulê bêdil û bêcan
Gulê hekîm û sultan
Gulê rovî û şeytan
Sînga gulê ez kûştim

Dinê bêdeng û zer bû
Tirba min li der bû
Ne êrîş bû ne şer bû gulê
Çavên gulê ez kuştim

Gûlê bêdeng û bênaz
Gûlê bekir û awaz
Gûlê govend gûlê naz
Dengê gulê ez kuştim

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