Lilith Mazikina: "The Years Flow By..." (From Romani)

"The years flow by..."
By Lilith Mazikina
Translated by A.Z. Foreman

The years flow by like water through hands,
From the girl I was to the woman I am.
Now I'm the one with her own girls, see!
What thief filched all my youth from me?
Whoever it was...I hope he has fun.
There at my window � the dark birds come.
I open the window � shoo them away.
How far ahead is the bone-cold rain?
It's all without you! "Forget him" they insisted.
What sister forgets her brother existed?

The Original:
For reasons explained on this page, all Cyrillic Romani texts I translate are accompanied by transcription in Roman characters.

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Ber�a prastan � vast�nd�r pan�.
Me s�mas caj � me jacom romn�
Kokorj�te, d�kh, akana caja.
Tern�p� miro so za cor cordja?
Savo cordja � mek l�nca khelel...
Pal okn�ste � kale cirikle;
Otker�va f�n�tra, kr�go tradav.
K�c�k angil �udre br��nd�?
Sare bit�r�! Zabister, phenen.
Ne s�r p�ales zabistr�la � phen?

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