Songs – Mikail Aslan | Dersim

Soorp Garabed em kunatser
Odan em barger munatser
Moorad duver chem imatser
Musho sooltan Soorp Garabed

I’m on a visit to Saint Garabed
I stayed in the oda [room] and slept there
I made a vow, but didn’t remember it
Sultan of Mush, Saint Garabed!

Paghniku, paghniku tsoord ea,
gu musim aman
Gav chiga, gav chiga
kulokhus kusim aman
Irigoonu, irigoonı aghayis dusim, aman

Turkish:
Aman ghuz,
yaman ghuz yandurdun beni
El ettin kandurdun beni aman
El ettin, fel ettin
kandurdun beni aman

Bardaghu, bardaghu
baghug choor letsoor, aman
Chabookh mi,
chabookh mi aghayis gusem aman
Yarus ka, yarus ka
khatiru hartsur aman

Ay aghchig, vay aghchig varetsir indzi aman
Al erir, fel erir khapetsir indzi aman

The baths, the baths are chilly,
I’m cold, aman!
There’s no clay to rub on my head, aman!
In the evening, in the evening,
I’ll tell my agha, aman!

Turkish:
O girl, my dear girl,
you’ve set my heart alight,
You came and went,
and you tricked me,
You came and went,
and you tricked me, aman!

You filled the pail,
the pail with cold water, aman!
I’ll rush and tell my agha, aman!
When my lover comes,
when my lover comes,
ask if (s)he’s well, aman!

O girl, o girl, you’ve set my heart alight, aman!
You came and went, and you tricked me, aman!

They play the saz outside the bathhouse door,
Your sisters-in-law braid your hair,
Your sisters-in-law suffer your coyness,
There are lots of blackberries growing behind our house,
The khungakvuns* perch there,
One of them looks just like my brother.
* According to Toumajan, mythological partridges

Ari, bantookhd, taparagan, asdantagan,        
Akh, mi darin yotu tarav,                         
Yotu darva garod oonim, ari.                              
Sirdus elman ked e darel,                                  
Ape-ap e, toors gu horta,                        
Karnan dzaghgoonk yar gu ganche,                   
Artsakanku khelk gu dane, ari. 

Come back, you migrant, you wanderer, you vagrant,
O, one year has become seven
I’ve longed for you for seven years, come back!
My heart has become a turgid river
Overflowing its banks.
The spring flowers call to their lovers,
And the echoes drive me insane, come back!

Baghchaneru khod gulli, na, na, na,
Tsoren, kari khut gulli na, na, na,
Dughan aghchuga siroon, na, na, na,
Choovakhneru khent gulli, na, na, na.

Toon parag es, boyut ergan, na, na, na,
Eleamu tsenit heyran, na, na, na,
Elir, ertank mer doonu, na, na, na,
Es ullim kizi khoorban, na, na, na.

Dzarin vura noosh gulli, na, na, na,
Bakig mi door, ish gulli, na, na, na,
Eageal didas, huma door, na, na, na,
Vaghvan muna oosh gulli, na, na, na.

Grass grows in the gardens, na, na, na
The wheat, the barley’s rare now, na, na, na
Boy and girl, beautiful, na, na, na
Going mad in the streets, na, na, na.

You are slim, your stature lofty, na, na, na
The whole world stops to listen to your voice, na, na, na
Come on, let’s go to our house, na, na, na
I am the one who loves you, na, na, na.

Almonds are hanging from the trees, na, na, na
Give me a kiss, what can go wrong, na, na, na
And if you wish, kiss me now, na, na, na
Tomorrow will be too late, na, na, na.

Boy:
Hayde mer ekin,
ertank, mer ekin

Girl:
Inch ga tser ekin,
inch ga tser ekin

Group:
Hey took aghvor aghchigner
Hey took varti punchigner
Harsneru tsezi Khoorban
Yergri hureshdag aghchigner

Boy:
Nurnern en dzaghger,
nurnern en dzaghger

Girl:
Dzaghger togh dzaghgin,
dzaghger togh dzaghgin

Group:
Hey took aghvor aghchigner
Hey took varti punchigner
Harsneru tsezi Khoorban
Yergri hureshdag aghchigner

Boy:
Mernim ir hodin,
yaris garodin

Girl:
Hayde tser ekin,
ertank tser ekin

Group:
Hey took aghvor aghchigner
Hey took varti punchigner
Harsneru tsezi Khoorban
Yergri hureshdag aghchigner

Boy:
Come to our orchard,
let’s go to our orchard.

Girl:
What’s in your orchard?
What’s in your orchard?

Group:
Hey, you beautiful girls!
Hey, you posies of roses!
The brides love you,
You angels of the Earth.

Boy:
The pomegranates have bloomed,
the pomegranates have bloomed!

Girl:
If they have, let them bloom;
if they have, let them bloom!

Group:
Hey, you beautiful girls!
Hey, you posies of roses!
The brides love you,
You angels of the Earth.

Boy:
I’d die to smell her scent again!
I long for my lover!

Girl:
Let’s go to your orchard,
let’s go to your orchard!

Group:
Hey, you beautiful girls!
Hey, you posies of roses!
The brides love you,
You angels of the Earth.

Khundurvetsı goo ka keran
Avedis Aghchigut ea jeyran
Goshd oo burosh, charookh peran

Nazloon ges kusheroon ashets
Iren Deghu parts mu taghets
Elav Piloyin kov vazets

Nazloon tooniru echootsin
Tsearkn oo vodku hinnayetsin
Osgi orenku pokhetsin

Khundurvetsu gou ka keran
Avedis, your girl is beautiful,
With a big, sassy mouth.

Nazloo waited until midnight,
Left a covered pillow behind,
And ran away to Pilo.

They lowered Nazlou into the tonir,
They tied her hands and her legs,
They changed the golden rule.

Katsek perek chift mu dadrag
Or ka kove mer Takvoru

Katsek perek chift mu bilbil
Or ka kove mer Takvoru

Katsek perek chift mu gakav
Or ka kove mer Takvoru

Oor e asor harn oo maru
Togh kan desnan boyn oo bosu

En nurvinoon dzarn or dzaghgi
Dzaghign e arevut i numan

Go and fetch a pair of doves,
To sing the praises of our Godfather.

Go and fetch a pair of nightingales,
To sing the praises of our Godfather.

Go and fetch a pair of partridges,
To sing the praises of our Godfather.

Where are his mother and the father?
Let them come and see his stature.

When that pomegranate tree blooms,
Its flowers will be like suns to you.

Byulbyuln eger ganchea karoon ea karoon,
Mi panar yaranis, khoroon ea khoroon.
Es ul yar oonim, jamper im heroon.
Kusher tsoreg goo lam, artsoonkus ea earoon.

Nusder em munagoog, kısher ea kısher.
Kharibes kir chiga, uzis ci hisher.
Chi khosvadz chi lusvadz tsaver im kasher.
Ink hondeghoog, es hos hokis im masher.

The nightingale has come and calls the spring is here,
the spring!
Don’t open our wounds, they’re deep, they’re deep!
I have a lover, too, far away from here,
I cry day and night, shedding blood for tears.

I sit alone, it’s the night, the night!
No word from my love, (s)he must have forgotten me.
I feel unspeakable, unheard-of pains!
(S)he’s away and I’m here with my soul withering.

Zeynon choori katser ea
Peshu chamooru takhder ea
Siradzn andegh deser ea
Iren mooradin haser ea
Erneg Zeynoyin vura.         

Choban mi eas deser ea
Luman keghin user ea
Zeynon siradzn arer ea
Charın easeang bardguver ea
Erneg Zeynoyin vura.

Zeyno has gone down to the water [wellspring]
She has dragged her skirt through the mud
She saw her lover down there
Her wish came true,
Blessed is Zeyno!

In the fields, she saw an eas,
She told the entire village
Zeyno married the one she loved,
The evil was cast away,
Blessed is Zeyno!

Dersim üç dağ içinde
Dersim üç dağ içinde
Gülü var dal içinde
Dersim’i Halk saklasın
Bir tanem var içinde.

Ağamın dengi yoktur
Yavrumun dengi yoktur
Dostun Birmani çoktur
Ağamın öldüğüne vah
Vur sineye gelen yoktur.

Ağama neler oldu
Sarardı benzi soldu
Harput’um ırak oldu
Dağı dağ eden felek
İntima Buğ’dan Felek
Yavrumu uçurmadan
Yuvam dağıttın felek.

Ağamın dengi yoktur
Beyimin dengi yoktur
Dostun Birman’i çoktur
Ağamın öldüğüne
Düşmanlar helak oldu.

Dersim sits between three mountains
Dersim sits between three mountains
The rose sits upon the twigs,
May God watch over Dersim,
My one-and-only is in Dersim.

My agha has no equal
My child has no equal
The friend has plenty of birmani [2]
Alas, my agha died,
Keep it in your heart, nobody’s coming.

What happened to my agha?
He withered away, he wilted,
Kharpert is now far away.
Fate, which can flip over a mountain,
Fate, whose origin is the mists,
Before taking away my child,
Destroyed my home.

My agha has no equal
My bey has no equal,
The friend has plenty of birmani.
When my agha passed away,
His enemies were destroyed.