A special poem by one of Kurdistan’s greatest writers of all time- Tawfiq Mahmoud Hamza (1867–1950), better known as Pîremêrd titled “Slemani in the Snow” (translated).
Slemani in the Snow
In the morning I awoke to snow everywhere,
Slemani city was the bride with silver veils in her hair.
We had waited so long for the snow in the night,
I’ll snowball it all, even though my hairs gone white.
I remember the snow lions we rode with no reigns,
In shadows that froze until a ripe summer came.
How superb that white dress and Goizha’s heights!
Lovelier than the sky with its blue on this white.
The cloth of angels in the sky is as white as this snow,
Our angel was loveliest, but we are betrayed now.
With each snowflake of gods shade that falls,
These are angels amongst us until the chaos calls.
The sky’s simple sun poured over Gla Zarda Mountain,
Sun glistening snow created a god made fountain.
The white cheeks of our city glistens with jewels
Angels of Qaff Mountain couldn’t have such attire.
Melting milk icicles from the melting frost heaves
As the ice dances through trees and leaves.