KARACAOGLAN – AS THEY FILL WATER JUGS AT DAWN

Posted: 23 November 2011 in KARACAOGLAN
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As they fill water jugs at dawn
The hands and fingers of girls grow cold
Jewelled belts enclasp waists so slender
They could pass through rings of horn

May I find nearby what I have lost
May God permit me to enter your bed
May I lick the sweetness from rosy cheeks
And sip the honey that flows from girls’ lips
My beloved has the slenderest of waists
Her tongue is sweeter than sherbet
Bouquets of roses adorn her white brow
Their fragrance mingles with hers

Karac’oğlan says tell them I’m dead
Let them gather to pray for my soul
Let them bury me by the side of the road
Let young girls pause at my grave

Translated by Seyfi Karabaş and Judith Yarnall

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