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 That
Lady
A Kurdish poem by: Hassan Silevani |
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Translated by : Shamal Akreyi
That lady who gets drunk
While drinking whiskey,
Hundreds of Sufis vanish under her feet.
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That Lady
That lady behind the curtains
Goes deep into thoughts
The light of her heart
Turns the curtain bright
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That Lady
That lady in the smoke,
Lovely is the shadow of her smile
As she takes her tumbler
Dance flows from her forearms
And my heart, from me flies.
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That Lady
That lady who with her left hand
Holds her cigarette,
With the brightness of her lips
Joy on the table springs
More graceful it becomes
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That Lady
That lady who is more diaphanous than my
girlfriend's tumbler
She deserves that one even kisses the beads of
her necklace
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That Lady
That lady who God left beauty
All of her is dalliance
When she fills her empty tumbler and picks it up
Gradually, she spreads gladness everywhere
With the brightness of her forearms
More shining are the candles
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That Lady
That lady who when puts her hand under her head
How gorgeous she is!
I wish I were her hand.
That Lady
That lady who no one can be compared with
Her forehead is the morning
Thanks for her
She has made our evening cheerful.
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