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

Chikitma
We lead the horses
Over the icy hills.
We feel virtue
Spreading thorns on our path.
I wander in all directions
To conquer your heart.
Like a little idiot
You will lower your head.
Sanam
I won’t take my horse
To the edge of the stream, the earth there is
loose.
I regret
The emptiness of my past.
Your eyebrows are black, are they of jet?
Your eyes sparkle, is it the north star?
When I dream of my beloved,
Should I meet her at night or by day?
Saliqa
In the garden strewn with roses,
Spaces remain naked.
And in the banks of flowers
There is no rose like you.
Serilma
The branch of the apple tree,
The dried peach,
The white beard,
Is not becoming to youth.
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6. Dugamet bayawan muqam
Muqaddima
I must be poor
To be blessed by Allah.
Listen, beware,
The beautiful ones will be unfaithful to you.
She left without saying goodbye,
My love can’t bear it.
I must bear
The destiny that is written on my brow.
Chikitma
The powerful tiger lies across the road,
He prevents the lion from going by.
He who is cursed by his father
Cannot move forward.
We must embrace each other,
[And feel] the contact of the silk dress.
The buttons of the silk dress
Are against my heart.
Sanam
You are leaving, let’s walk together
Because it’s not good to walk alone.
Who dies of solitude?
Only separation is fatal.
The bud is no less beautiful than the open flower.
You slip a flower in full bloom in your ear.
It is better to die young
Than to grow old in bitterness.