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Kako da kažem "moj dragi"

Kako da kažem "ljubljeni" takvoj voljenoj
Nakon što mi je napravila "Mecnun" * i poslala me u pustinju
Pa, pjev ptica je pokušavao u vinogradu svih ostalih
Što trebam učiniti nakon što moja ruža izblijedi

Obrve su vam crne, pa mi violina ne treba da melankolizira
Ne želim gosta stvarnijeg od mog srca
Čak i ako umrem, ne želim nikakav lijek za svoju tugu
Nakon pucanja strelice i uboda srca

Voljena, koja ne žuri poput divljih rijeka
Voljena što ne veže moje srce za moje
Voljena, što ne plače mojem biću sada
Pa ne bi trebala plakati nakon što umrem

Ja sam Pir Sultan Abdal i nastavit ću dalje tim putem
Postao sam rob dovršenog ljudskog bića
Dakle, pustite kišu ili je pustite da se svugdje puni
Što da radim s njima, nakon što zaronim u ocean

* Leyla ile Mecnun - tradicionalna ljubavna priča... How should I say "my beloved"

How shall I say "beloved" to such a beloved
After she made me "Mecnun"* and send me into the desert
Well, singing birds had been attempting to the vineyard of all the others
What should I do after my rose get fade

Your eyebrows are black, so I don't need the violin to get melancholy
I don't want a guest that's more real than my heart
Even if I'm going to die, I don't want any cure for my sorrow
After shooting the arrow and pricking the heart

Beloved, which doesn't rush like wild rivers
Beloved, which doesn't tie her heart to mine
Beloved, which doesn't cry to my being now
Well, she should not cry after I die

I'm Pir Sultan Abdal and I shall keep on going on this way
I have become the slave of completed human being
So, let the rain fall or let it full everywhere
What should I do with them, after I dive into the ocean

*Leyla ile Mecnun - a traditional love story