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şeirlər poems
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Around of this fire used to be watered,
An amber was put on amber.
And the table was set,
And the valiants used to go around it like a moth.
By the light was surrounded
And the ones around it
All were Ashugs.
No dreams were like to dream of this fire,
No taste were like to taste of this fire.
An amber dropped into the blood of Melik
From the amber of this fire.
A trace dropped on Melik’s face and forehead
From its light.
Once upon a time...
Someone had much grief,
Someone had none.
Our small world was dirty
like a downtrodden kilim.
And Gara Melik pacing on it
Was so thoughtful.
The clothing of the world
was patched all over
All Melik thought
Was rinsing this dirty kilim.
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