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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. – 24 – 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.
Saliqa In the orchard, the hazelnuts are ripe. Our guests have arrived. But I don’t worry about that, My love is the focus of all of my desires. When I come into your garden Light your oil lamp. I am a stranger to your country, Show me the way. 7. Bom bayawan muqam Muqaddima The months, the years have passed And no one came. The mountains of unhappiness Have collapsed on my head. If I contemplate your eyebrows Does their shadow stretch to the slope of the mountains? The space between you and me Can’t it be reduced? 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? We lead the horses Over the icy hills. – 25 – We feel virtue Spreading thorns on our path. Sanam You are leaving, let’s walk together Because it’s not good to walk alone. Who dies of solitude? Only separation is fatal. Don’t let dirty water run off Toward lakes of pure water. If you are of sound mind Don’t leave me. Saliqa If I put a rose and a pomegranate into water They don’t wither. My love, if you want me, Don’t side with your husband. Serilma If you claim to have a horse You will also need a whip. There is no point in having a lover When you are separated. 8. Sim bayawan muqam Muqaddima My flower, my flower You burn me so much. You spent too little time by my side For me to know happiness.
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