My name is Gharib Shah, míṇ ná Gharíb Sháh thú.
My age is twenty years, míṇ umar bísh káláh thú.
My mother is dead; my father is alive; míṇ mháṇli marigai, míṇ mahálo zaná thú.
How is the road, good or bad? pán mit thi ghi achak thi?
In one or two places it is good, in others bad, ek dú záé mit thíṇ, ek dú záé achak thíṇ.
How did you come from Chilas? tú Chilasúṇ gishéí thú?
I could not get a horse, I went on foot, gho nyans, maton, khuron tal ethú.
Are the mountains on the road high? pán maze kháná úchat thé?
When are you going back? tú kaiá bashotá?