Текст песни Великолепный век - Ибрагим

Oh, the Most High ..
To the sufferings of love, to devote me entirely,
With love flour never for a moment separate me ..
Do not deprive me of your generosity.
Throw thousands of love torments me ...
While I live, do not deprive me of this scourge,
After all, I thirst for her - and she for me.
To your beloved, do fine, having separated me
So that when meeting her a hundred times more obsession has seized me ...
Separate me, make me dry,
so that before her and a light breeze carry me.
Oh Most High ...
Pride as Fizuli, do not give me ..
Do not leave, do not leave me ...