You are unfaithful beauty!
I will hold from your hands hard.
I will wait from you a thing,
You are a balm,
You are a sweet disease…
My hardships are alive cause of you,
They have taken my wealth from life.
For my sleepless, tearful nights
I have gratitude to you!
Your dog on your threshold is my thought:
I will be on the watch for your way,
For whom I don’t know your soul,
You are my new moon on the sky.
My spirit is on the sky,
Body is in the earth,
One pain is tormenting me.
Now my happiness depends on yourself,
Poetry, hey unfaithful beauty!...
--tr. Yulduz Urmanova