9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
If the oppressor has the esophagus,
Believe me, even if it was his daughter, he would sell it.
The mother's heart burns even though she cries blood.
The fault lies primarily in the dishonorable law.
He would sell his daughter for two tomatoes and three peppers,
He would beat his mother in the morning and kiss her in the evening.
Zülfü kimi ayağın koymaz öpem nigârum
Yohdur anun yanında bir kılca i'tibârum
İnsâf hoşdur ey ışk ancak meni zebûn et
Ha böyle mihnet ile geçsün mi rûzigârum
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Yohdur anun yanında bir kılca i'tibârum
İnsâf hoşdur ey ışk ancak meni zebûn et
Ha böyle mihnet ile geçsün mi rûzigârum
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