The Spring Of Love

The spring of love was burgeoning, I said 'Let joy commence!'
And with a slipper made of kisses shod that slender foot.
In Sadabad where roses bloom that kings did not disdain
I called upon the moonlight too to join the bridal train.
So that the sky might gaze upon those gay dishevelled locks,
And see the rose she holds bewitched into a flame-hued glass,
While in the sighing night of spring the nightingales complain,
I called upon the moonlight too to join the bridal train.
Kemal: You saw and sang of days in paths of life and joy,
My ardour lent a magic to the age of Ahmed Khan,
One night I tasted bygone pleasures in this house of pain
And called upon the moonlight too to join the bridal train.