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Night.
The whole creature, tired of sleeping, at this moment,
A singing flood melody that breaks the silence,
Allah says in a thousand different colors,
The woman who felt the most beautiful song in her heart,
A woman who has forgotten herself as a child.
When he was ill, he died at the beginning of Dilbandi,
At the moment there is a bunch of earth for him,
Asking Allah to heal his child,
The woman who pierced her breast with her eyes,
A woman who has forgotten herself as a child.
The light from the moon shines on the woman's head,
White hair adds youth to eh youth,
The stars whisper and confess,
The woman who loved Dilbandi more than her life,
A woman who has forgotten herself as a child.
A thousand anxious thoughts burned his heart,
Satisfied with sweet unimaginable sorrows,
He laughed at his son, even though his heart was burning.
A woman whose faces were burnt in a hot oven,
A woman who has forgotten herself as a child.
The moon closed its eyes and closed its eyes.
Here are the dreams of the baby, he is tired,
Now he starts to work in the household,
My family, the woman who burned as a child,
A woman who has forgotten herself as a child.
Dawn begins, dawn turns crimson,
The tired woman with red eyes is still awake,
The dawn of this merciful unmistakable morning is a lie,
There is no suffering tolega
sleeping woman
A woman who no longer thinks of herself as a child.
The sky is not huge, a woman's heart is huge,
The magic of charm in the loving eye is immense,
As the mother who holds the world,
The woman who filled the world with devotion,
A woman who has forgotten herself as a child.