Only once there is a holiday, once a year its turn ...

Only once there is a holiday, once a year its turn -
Your gaze, peri, is an eternal holiday, an eternal holiday pours in your heart.

Roses shine once a year, bloom once a year,
For me, your beautiful face forever blooms with roses.

Only once a year do I pick violets in the flower garden,
And your caressing curls, I lost count of violets.

Only once a year do daffodils adorn the chest of the earth,
And your eyes, daffodils bloom all year round.

These black daffodils, a little woke up - bloom again,
And a simple narcissist, fading, will not shine with a new life.

Cypress is a proud handsome man, eternally slender, eternally fresh,
But in comparison with you, he is a hunchback, a crooked freak.

There are tulips in some gardens, roses, lilies in others,
You are a flower garden in which all the flowers of earthly latitudes shine.

Your blush is brighter than a rose, your neck is whiter than lilies,
Teeth - precious pearls, two rubies - scarlet mouth.

A crimson tulip suddenly bloomed out of a copper ore vein,
On the crimson, a coating appeared in a dark copper tone.

Curls around the flawless musk of your curls,
In the center - cinnabar lips, like a bright red fruit.

You are in motion - a quail, you are alone - a cypress,
You are the moon that overshadows all beauties in a round dance.

But you are a guria in chain mail, you are a moon with a quiver of arrows,
Quail - with an intoxicating goblet, cypress that sings a song.

You have not chained loving hearts -
With every word you know how to throw fire and ice at them ...

Rudaki