I beg you, look among the wedding guests.
If one most lovely girl is present by some chance,
I shall not tell her name, but most of you can guess
Sweet daughter of our friend, beguile us with a dance!

Impatiently we wait to see her whirl and swing,
And trust that anguish from our soul's she'll fling.
With bracelets on your wrists and on each hand a ring,
We beg you show your grace. Beguile us with a dance!

Her figure's newly formed, supple, slim, divine.
She holds my heart in thrall. For her true love I pine.
Now to her loving friend, oh, let her give a sign,
And at this marriage feast beguile us with a dance!

Molla Vagif shall call for help with bitter cries.
Not tears, but blood shall spurt from his lamenting eyes
Uniess that lovely girl to show her grace will rise.
Although it breaks my heart, beguile us with a dance!

Translated by Tom Botting

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