suli gatsh bedaar guli bostaanay.....
It's break of dawn, O
flower in the garden,
Listen to the bulbul's
impassioned song !
Wake up and open your wild
eyes !
Listen to the bulbul's
impassioned song !
The blackbird sings with
full abandon,
The wild mynah chants your
song of love,
O my beloved with sleepy
eyes !
Many a cup has the yemberzal
failled:
Be my guest, O bumble bee,
I'll lodge you in my eyes
!
Though fully equipped for
a splendid bloom,
Buds always value the gold
of silence;
For words betray, and fragrance
floats away !
Mark the poignance deep
in the tunes
That song birds play on
their instruments -
Tunes that have filled
lovers with ecstasy.
O morning breeze, you alone
know
The hidden soul of flowers
!
How could you make them
unfold their bloom ?
The goal is reached through
sacrifice
And purity, like the ankle
clings
With disinterest to the
dancer's feet
Mahjoor, to know what a
flower is,
Wait patiently, and hear
him speak -
He has come with a message
and a symbol.
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