It\u2019s the cherry month
I no more can sleep
A soft evening fills my heart
I am in love Mayku, so deep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Water jug on her shoulder, hips sway in her hand
The Ruellia branches are in golden foliage
Of my love mountains should sing, I demand
Her skirt wave, like a martin flop its wing<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Here the girls have turned into stones
Shake your hair girl, shake it and have me slain
A farewell song in her lips
I have not lost my mind in vain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On a spring morning a soft rain
The prettiest meaning of all, you pertain
The moon has spent the night in your eyes again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
O\u011fuz Tansel<\/strong> It\u2019s the cherry monthI no more can sleepA soft evening fills my heartI am in love Mayku, so deep. Water jug on her shoulder, hips sway in her handThe Ruellia branches are in golden foliageOf my love mountains should sing, I demandHer skirt wave, like a martin flop its wing [\u2026] <\/p>\n
Translated by \u0130lyas Halil
Kaynak Dergisi, 1 Temmuz 1953, Say\u0131:82.
World of Tales, Elips Kitap, 2012<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"