،: Yûnis Reuf

Born Yûnis Reuf

20 February 1918

Koi Sanjaq, Mosul

Died 20 October 1948 (aged 30)

A prison in Iran

Literary movement Kurdish Nationalism

Notable works Ey Reqîb

Yûnis Reuf (Kurdish:Yûnis Re'ûf) (February 20, 1918 – October 20, 1948) known as Dildar, was a Kurdish poet and political activist.

Early life and his studies

He was born on February 20, 1918 in the town of Koye Koi Sanjaq located in the Mosul Vilayet of the Ottoman Empire (present day Erbil Governorate). In his youth, he began attending a school at Ranya. After finishing high school in Kirkuk, he moved to Baghdad, where he studied Law. In 1945 he finished law school.[1]

Law work and Political Activism

Law

He began to work as a lawyer, mainly to defend poor people, farmers, and the Kurdish issue in general.[2]

Political Activism

He joined the Hewa Party in 1938, which became "the first Kurdish organisation legally recognised that seeks for unity and free Kurdistan". He then travelled to Rojhelat Kurdistan to join the revolution led by Qazi Muhammad against the government of Iran. He was then arrested.[3]

Prison and Death

Ey Reqîb

After being arrested, he was sent to a prison in Iran, where he wrote "Ey reqîb", which means "Oh enemy", in 1938. He would talk to the prison guard, telling him that the Kurds will not back down from fighting for Kurdistan.

Death and Legacy

Dildar died young at the age of 31 of heart problems[citation needed]. However, he lived[citation needed] to see his poem "Ey Reqîb" adopted as the Kurdish national anthem. Ey Reqîb was first played and sung in 1946 on the proclamation of the short-lived Republic of Mahabad. Today the song is played as the official anthem of Iraqi Kurdistan.[4]

Ey Reqîb

Svenska (Lars Bäckström via franska)

O, Fiende!

O, Fiende, kurdiska folket lever kvar!

Det har inte krossats av tidens kulor

den kurdiska ungdomen reser sig djärvt.

Med sitt blod har den färgat livets krona.

Må ingen säga: kurderna är försvunna! De är levande,

de lever och aldrig skall vi sänka våra fanor

Vi är ättlingar till mederna och Konung Kyaxares

Kurdistan är vår religion, vårt credo.

Vi är ättlingar till revolutionens röda baner,

betrakta vårt förflutna, hur blodigt det än är.

Må ingen säga: kurderna är försvunna! De är levande,

de lever och aldrig skall vi sänka våra fanor

Den kurdiska ungdomen är här, den står redo

att skänka sitt liv som det yttersta offret,

att skänka sitt liv som det yttersta offret.

Kurdiska (soranî dialekten)

Ey reqîb!

Ey reqîb her mawe qewmî kurd ziman,

Nay şikênê danerî topî zeman.

Kes nelê kurd mirduwe; kurd zînduwe,

Zînduwe qet nanewê alakeman.

Lawî kurd hestaye ser pê wek dilêr

Ta be xwên nexsîn deka tacî jiyan.

Kes nelê kurd mirduwe, kurd zînduwe,

Zînduwe qet nanewê alakeman.

Ême roley Midya u Kayxosrewîn,

Dînman, ayînman her nishteman

Kes nelê kurd mirduwe, kurd zînduwe,

Zînduwe qet nanewê alakeman.

Ême roley rengî sûr u şorişîn,

Seyrîke xwênawiya raburdûman.

Kes nelê kurd mirduwe, kurd zînduwe,

Zînduwe qet nanewê alakeman.

Lawî kurdî hazir u amadeye,

Giyan fîdane, giyan fîda, her giyan fîda.

Kes nelê Kurd mirduwe, kurd zînduwe,

Zînduwe qet nanewê alakeman.

Kurdiska (kurmancî dialekten)

Ey reqîb!

Ey reqîb her, maye qewmê Kurd ziman

Nashikê û danayê bi topê zeman

Kes nebê Kurd dimirin, Kurd jîn dibin