Yew Wextê Kali ( A Time to Talk )

Yew Wextê Kali


Çıçağ yew ombaz rayra veyndonomı
U ıstoracı bena yawaşı yu arada pay şıyayışirê,
Ez nışkeno vindıri bewni xo het
Kaşo perkınodı Ez neşkeno kulve bıkıri ,
U dono pıro ez kotiyose, o çıçyo?
Nê, hendê yu kalo kerdışi wext çınyo.
Ez resaye êrdi miyondı zor dono kulvdexo,
Bırnayış kedyeno u poj lıngi dergo,
U newaze pay şiyayış: Ez dêste sıyini verra şıno
Sevê ombazina yu ziyaretı.

Robert Frost ( Açarnayox ( Translator): Zeynelabidin )




A Time to Talk


When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

Robert Frost