Bishte Bishte Byaaro khotkhoo wan,

Bishte Bishte Byaaro khotkhoo wan,
Toore kyahaa woluth babri pan

Come on come on my pussy cat, you have got upto jungle,
From where you have got some precious fragrant leaves

Su kamun trowuth kootren,
Kooter byeethe maarken

You presented that to the pigeons,
so they flocked around you

Zoon chey gindaan taarken
Oore kani aayi maharaze’han

Moon makes plays with stars,
From there came a bridegroom

Taem che detchyo ponse han
Tath che anetho nati han

He gave you some money,
You bought from that some cooked meat

Shuren bareth dumbrehan
Noshi poshi ne adji hen

Kids got filled their stomachs,
Daughter in law couldn’t get even some

Nosh khes’chi kaezwaan
Kaez wonus ye chun jaan
My heart is shattered

By the straight, silver nose on your face.

How many have died by the dagger of your beauty?

I will wither away young.
Sharmanda Karthas aftabo

Qandharich zun,

kaji chaani gajisay lajisa daray,

Bal Marayo,

I, the full moon of Qandahar’, am ashamed

0f your brilliance, my sun.

Waiting, wilting in your remembrance.

I will wither away young.

Anyi gati vaninam nani kathay,

em lal faroshan.

kani manz neyran jowharay

bal marayo,

In my ignorance, the precious stone-seller.

Revealed the obvious to me

It is the rock that yields the gem.

I will wither away young.

hesa vyesaravthas maramatyo,

vyesa kamo chhay,

tima sani khota chha sondaray,

bal marayo.

You have made me lose my bearings, my love.

Whom are you enamoured of?

Are they more beautiful than I?

I will wither away young.

Yeth lola bagas zakhmi dil gul,

sarva chhu myon ah.

ashivani joyi phiray

bal marayo.

Flowers in this garden of love are wounds of my heart,

My sighs sound like the swaying cypress.

With my tears, I will fill rivulets.

I will wither away young.

chhum khafa laray patta

laay brontha nalas thaph

damana ratay masharay

bal marayo.

You are annoyed, I shall run after you,

And hold you by the collar of your cloak.

Grasp its hem on the day of resurrection.

I will wither away young.