When your moonlit face flashed

When your moon face flashed
I went mad and, burning,
A trembling soul comprehended
Indistinct tunes of paradise.

Come, bring peace to your soul,
Execution of my rivals
Stay with me in the shadow of the night
Playing in my steppe in the spring.

I am waiting, but in my heart is a veritable fear;
I'm waiting like a wild tour in the mountains.
Eat - and nightingales in the gardens
They do not dare to sing, dying.

Fraghi, you are a slave to steep eyebrows
And the eye of your beloved!
The moon rises from the branches
For the victim, choosing a lot ..

Makhtumkuli