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şeirlər poems

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I remember well
Voice of Gara Melik
Prevailed among the village:
– Oh, God, help me, oh, God, help me,
An ignorant man with silver stringed saz on breast
has come to the village
The saz on the wild ashug’s breast
Has also become wild like him!

He plays his saz wildly,
His saz speaks wildly.
The wild sorrow
of the poor wild ashug’s
Wild saz speaks wildly
And it delves into the deafness
of the deaf ears of deaf Mahammad.
His deaf ears escaping from deafness
Listen attentively to the cry!
People of our village holding
Hand in hand
With our neighbor village
Dance – Turkish folk dance.

The village girls come
To Deli ashug’s ceremony
with mole on their faces
And leave without moles...
– Oh, God, help me, the sick people
Left their beds
And come here moodless

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