THE UNION DAY
Don’t worry, the separation period towards its ending is going,
This languor which will be over for us the wine-drinkers.
Unveiling from her own face,
Starts amourously glancing thereby the grief out of the heart and soul is going.
The nightingale upon the stems of flower appears,
The rook, deeply ashamed, out of the garden is going.
The assembly owing to her face’s light will be resplendent,
Wahtever, except the mention of the Beloved, out of the rogues' memory is going.
Because of appearing of her sun-like face the clouds disappear,
The strutting sypress's face will be unveiled.
Oh friend! Good tidings that the appointment is nearing,
The union day is coming the separation period is going.