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the spike fiddle ghijak dolan. Abduljlil Ruzi<br />

(1934) plays the zither qalun; he also makes<br />

qalun and rawap. Ahat Tohti (1950) has been<br />

playing the rawap since he was twelve. Supi<br />

Turdi (1946) belongs to the fourth generation<br />

of a great family of muqamqi; he sings,<br />

1. Bash bayawan muqam<br />

Muqaddima<br />

I must leave today<br />

So let me say to you:<br />

Alone, without my sweet beloved,<br />

I will go to the desert to weep tears of blood.<br />

What will be my fate?<br />

Must I lie down on the embers?<br />

Tangled up in the scandal mongering of my<br />

enemies<br />

Will I lose my beloved?<br />

If I die, my name will be extinguished.<br />

The wind will blow in my head.<br />

All my relatives will come<br />

To cry at my grave.<br />

Sanam<br />

Did you just come to see me,<br />

To set my heart on fire,<br />

Or else<br />

To rekindle the flame that went out?<br />

THE PIECES<br />

– 21 –<br />

plays the dap and dances with a virile and<br />

humorous style. Muhammad Mutallip<br />

(1965) sings and plays the dap, he is also the<br />

director of the Yantak cultural site and has<br />

been working for many years to protect the<br />

Dolan cultural heritage.<br />

We are getting ready to leave,<br />

Will you come with me, my love?<br />

If you want to go ahead of me<br />

Take joy and smiles with you.<br />

Saliqa<br />

Why did you set fire<br />

To the whistling reeds?<br />

Why must we dance at the mashrap<br />

While love tears us apart?<br />

Serilma<br />

O Universe, have you no pity?<br />

You, who made this world hell!<br />

2. Zil bayawan muqam<br />

Muqaddima<br />

From high up in the hills<br />

I contemplated my love’s bedroom.<br />

Even after my death<br />

The wound that your love made in my head will<br />

remain wide open.

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