-1-
The string is drunk
And fingers are drunk with it
A band of gypsies
And a girl appeared selling roses
Sweeter than sweetness
And necklaces
That don't know value.
Ropes of jasmine and gardenia
.. And who will hang me
With a rope, who!
-2-
The string's intoxication...
And bodies intoxicated with it
That don't acknowledge lands
Their lands: a glimpse of the world
And squares that welcome people!
Get up and dance...
And flirt with them
With your sweet dances
Nights of joy were nurtured by their hands
And their hands are gardens
And the dust of dance clings to their feet
And aged from years!!
-3-
And I am like them...
Pitching tents on my shoulders
And adorning them
With flowers...
Stronger than nothingness
And fortified with a song
For others, never been said
And no waterfall cascaded
And no melody departed from its letters...
4-
Get up and dance...
The palms of the young girls are fire
From their clapping, the darkness of the nights has melted away
And boredom has vanished
Ashamed of its state
And a gypsy’s laugh
Is shining in front of it
And a bouzouki is playing,
Its strings jingling
And you, like a stone
The humans and the fairies danced
.. And I wish you hadn't been!
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