She flirtatiously vanished  yet again before me

A gazelle, an angel, I cannot tell, whatever be

All of my soul is taken away, and my mind

By what holder, the flower scent of springtide

 
Each youth has a time for his passion

In a palm size heart, fits the world without end

 
His looks in ruins, his eyebrows bowed down

He swore an oath to keep his promise in time

It is said there is still hope for this love

To what unknown end, truth will ever heave

 
Each dreamy glance means a thousand

In a palm size heart, fits the world without end

 


Mugham, Folk Music of Azerbaijan by Dadashova.

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