A keresés eredménye

Hey cupbearer, give me booze because today a tulip garden is lost

Hey cupbearer, give me booze because today a tulip garden is lost
Comes the autumn, this vineyard, this spring is lost
 
Even though my soul tends to the best of the spiritual worship
I loose self-control the moment I see that beautiful face of the lover
 
The heart is scared of cursing because I fell onto such a ground that dust is lost for sure with the morning wind
 
Hey charming, do not be unwary, do not brag over your beauty, be faithful
No one can have it forever and beauty fades
 
I need to brawl bravely with the enemy for the lover
The lover is lost unless the filthy enemy is dead
 

Forlorn

I have no one, I'm forlorn
Everone has fellows
I've become forlorn today
O ye, my god*
 
In the paths, seeking someone
Orphanage has become my fellow
Shall the pain upon my heart end
In the paths, seeking someone
Filled with people forlorn