Morey (Mother) - A Tribute to Mother by the Legendary Ghani Khan

Morey (Mother) is one of the most beautiful poem written by Ghani Khan,one of the greatest Pashto poet and philosopher of 20th century. Ghani Khan's mother died of illness when he was only six years old. This poem shows how much "Morey" meant for him. Sardar Ali Takkar, the famous pashto singer has sung this song, and listening it in his beautiful voice brings tears to your eyes.....

TRANSLATION

Morey (Mother)

Though you are buried and hidden in dust

I still remember your black beautiful eyes

Mother, I havn't forgotten your arms

Around me in my pain

The stories you used to tell me, I recall them every evening

Of Ganjay, Haramooni and Bahram

Your beatings were sweeter than the love of others

Your harsh words were better than the prayers of others

When I'd do something bad

And Baba (father) would lose his temper

You'd be my only friend

And my tears would make you cry as well

Mother, I remember that small swing

Which you used to swing for me

With each swing, your songs and your smiles

Would make my heart as light as the air

Though you are buried and hidden in dust

Though you are buried and hidden in dust

Or when you'd be angry with me

And would make me cry a lot

Mother, I remember all the Eids

When you'd wear jewellery on your beautiful face

You'd fight with me and would make me clean and beautiful

And I'd make myself dirty in the mud

You'd beat me for that and would then kiss me with love

With smiles you'd tolerate my harsh words

I do still remember the smile on your lips

I still remember my running to the festivals

And afterwards when I'd come home tired in the evening

In your lap, and with your 'Allahu' (lullaby) I'd sleep

Though you are buried and hidden in dust

Mother, I still remember one dark night

When my body was hot like fire

My head was full with the noises of airplanes

And my ears went deaf to sound

O my everything, my mother, you'd say 'Qurbaan'

You had cure for each of my 'ah' (cry)

Mother, I also remember another day

When our home was full of cries

Your otherwise warm hands had turned cold

Your otherwise pink beautiful cheeks had turned colorless white

With a smile on your face, you were deep asleep and were not waking up

I was crying but you were not waking up

I said "Mother, mother", but you didn't reply "Qurbaan" to me

But you were lying there like a flower in the autumn

I was crying and you were sleeping with a smile on your face

I was crying and you were not asking me why?

Though you are buried and hidden in dust

I still remember your beautiful black eyes

(Ghani Khan)