DURING THE MEETING
Winds arranged our meeting,
Suddenly, our eyes tied up.
Your long, insidious hair popped,
O, it covered your face!
A fire is around my palm,
My soul and body will tremble.
I stretch out my hand to your hair,
When I feel a tremble at once.
My soul and body will tremble.
I stretch out my hand to your hair,
When I feel a tremble at once.
My eyes released from the rapture,
Your sleepless eyes are your swallows.
On my hand… an enemy is wiggling –
Your eyes have been burned by jealousy.
Your sleepless eyes are your swallows.
On my hand… an enemy is wiggling –
Your eyes have been burned by jealousy.
--tr. Asror Allayarov, from "The Gate Opened by Angels"
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