9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
Your wedding night has been set, "happy" wedding.
The moment you go to Ukba, don't think you are far from us,
Mawla is pleased with you, may your grave be filled with light,
You offered love, you left the love of roses from your essence,
You are the way to God, the crown of ingenuity.
Didn't you twist my wrist in this game of love?
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