My Guldesheker

Having inhaled the fragrance of the fading roses of the Caliphate's gardens,
I drank all the bitterness of separation to the very bottom.
Oh, how cruel is the fate that once
Decided you breathe alone in this world.
My Guldesheker, sweetness of early spring,
I dream of you even when I don't see dreams.

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Oh, desert rose, oh, sugar bloom,
In your eyes, the moon's pale trace fades.
My Guldesheker, my trembling sigh,
God himself protects our garden from the wind.
Your voice is the murmur of cool streams,
Salvation in thirst from the kingdom of sands.


Sands sweep away the tracks of caravans in the night,
But the dry wind will not erase the memory of the taste of lips.
While my heart beats — you, I beg, do not be silent,
Sing to me, as the nightingale sings in the groves.
My Guldesheker, my morning breeze,
For my hot tears you are a sweet prize.


I burn from passion, like wood in a hot fire,
But not the wind will scatter the ashes, but the whisper of love.
Come then, as mercy, if only in an exhausted dream,
And revive my name on your lips.

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Oh, desert rose, oh, sugar bloom,
In your eyes, the moon's pale trace fades.
My Guldesheker, my trembling sigh,
God himself protects our garden from the wind.


Only the wind carries your scent into the dark...
I give my heart only to you...
Guldesheker...