A keresés eredménye

Darling Molla Mammad

Let's go to the Mazar* o darling Molla Mammad*,
To see the tulips garden o darling sweetheart,
Let's go to the Mazar o darling Molla Mammad,
To see the tulips garden o darling sweetheart,
 
Go to tell the lover that your beloved has arrived,
Your desirous one, the daffodil has arrived,
Your desirous one, the daffodil has arrived,
Go and tell the lover that your eyes be illuminous*
The same loyal beloved of yours has arrived,
The same loyal beloved of yours has arrived,
Let's go to the Mazar o darling Molla Mammad,
To see the tulips garden o darling sweetheart,
 
Come o beloved that I am your Majnun*
I am devastated by your wine like ruby* of yours,
I am devastated by your wine like ruby* of yours,
I do not kiss the lip of the wine chalice,
I am distressed and heartsick,
I am distressed and heartsick,
Let's go to the Mazar o darling Molla Mammad,
To see the tulips garden o darling sweetheart.
 

Autumn city

When you left you said, 'I will come back with Spring
Though I left unkindly, I will come back with love'
Although I was sad like a flower of sorrow whilst waiting,
I swear on your eyes, I kept hold of your old promise
 
My heart trembles in my chest, you are coming, I know
The autumn of loneliness has come to an end, I know
 
I've wilted in the city of autumn and yellow flowers
Where is your old promise? Oh absent spring, come back...
 

The Comb

O my life, comb your hair less,
Because my heart has dwelling in its curls and crimps,
 
O my moon, undo some of the knots of your hair,
So that maybe some knots are undone of the crazy heart,
 
The heart has dwelling in your hair,
It will be wounded every time you comb it
 
O my life, comb your hair less,
Because my heart has dwelling in its curls and crimps,
 
O my moon, undo some of the knots of your hair,
So that maybe some knots are undone of the crazy heart,
 
The heart has dwelling in your hair,
It will be wounded every time you comb it
 
The heart is so much captivated by the curl of your hair,
That I see many bloody hearts on top of every tooth,
 
O my life, comb your hair less,
Because my heart has dwelling in its curls and crimps,
 
O my moon, undo some of the knots of your hair,
So that maybe some knots are undone of the crazy heart,
 
The heart has dwelling in your hair,
It will be wounded every time you comb it,
 
The heart is so much captivated by the curl of your hair,
That I see many bloody hearts on top of every tooth,
 
The heart has dwelling in your hair,
It will be wounded every time you comb it.