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şeirlər poems

Istanbul!
My sweetheart left this world
I became widow in my young age...
Istanbul !
In the room of separation,
In the hand of separation I am a black slave...
Istanbul!
Please, find a remedy, ointment
For my wounded soul...
Istanbul!

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What kind of separation is it,
ah, what kind of separation...
you cannot sleep
The dream of your eyes is rising to the heaven
Every night...
Every day
the night will remove
the dark curtain from its face
the dawn will smile at your face
And a new day will begin
Your Courage will be remembered
It will be a sin, if it will not be remembered...

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