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VIOLET ON THE MOUNTAIN<br />
At Khidistav we will make a pact<br />
At Khidistav we will make a pact:<br />
We will be blood brothers,<br />
We’ll pounce on the Mukhran-Batoni,<br />
Bring down the roof on his head.<br />
Whatever he has, we will take:<br />
Precious stones, pearls, and rubies;<br />
We’ll go inside and lead out<br />
A woman, bright-eyed and fair-skinned.<br />
Woman, what woman? A woman<br />
With hair reaching down to her ankles.<br />
Hair, what hair? With hair that is<br />
Sevenfold long and luxuriant.<br />
She will wear golden earrings<br />
Jingling a tune in the wind.<br />
Others will say — Ah, if only<br />
My eyes could view her forever!<br />
We’ll set her on an Arabian horse,<br />
Tie on a sword to her waist,<br />
We’ll place a cap on her head<br />
And fold her hair up beneath it.<br />
Let us kiss three women like this,<br />
Till the skin on their cheeks rubs off;<br />
Then let us be off to Sagarejo,<br />
Where we will all get married.<br />
For seven days, seven nights,<br />
We will be revelling there.<br />
Poem, I will declaim you<br />
Poem, I will declaim you,<br />
For soon I may be dying;<br />
But, so that I’ll be remembered,<br />
You stay behind in this world.<br />
Young men like me will sing you,<br />
You will join the panduri’s sound;<br />
Let the world have fun<br />
While I rot away in the grave.<br />
My wish for you, my name,<br />
Is that you’ll long be remembered;<br />
My wish for you, my words,<br />
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