Turkestan chinois, LE MUQAM DES DOLAN - Document sans titre ...

Chikitma
Must I once again rekindle my flame
Or twice that of my sovereign?
Must I chisel out a small glass box
To reverently hold my love in it?
Did you just come to see me,
To set my heart on fire,
Or else
To rekindle the flame that went out?
We are getting ready to leave,
Will you come with me, my love?
If you want to go ahead of me
Take joy and smiles with you.
Sanam
If my wishes were granted
I would remain lying by your side, my beloved.
If we were all alone in the world
I would whirl in your light like an emerald.
You are a rose,
There are many others,
But no other in the world
Is as beautiful as you.
Saliqa
I came from my house to your neighborhood
To take part in your games.
I came all this way
To ask how you are.
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Serilma
Lovers know more than one love.
But we are different
And I loved no one
But you, my little devil.
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Muqaddima
If the grim reaper appears
Run away to the prairies.
Death is not eternal
Take advantage of it while you are in limbo.
Chikitma
Father, mother,
Don’t call me your son any more.
God guide us,
He cannot condemn me.
I wander in all directions
To conquer your heart.
Like a little idiot
You will lower your head.
Sanam
I plunged myself into the night,
I followed the stream.
The boy’s hands are bound
With the hair of the young girl.
I don’t dare venture into your neighborhood
For fear of rumors.