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35.

I have mounted a blue-gray colt, I have approached the Araz. Ah, dear Araz, Woe, raging Araz! Araz, give me a passage— I have longed for my sweetheart. Give [me] a passage, Let me go as a guest to my sweetheart. The Araz has no boat, The wind beats against my chest. I have [but] one poor stranger's soul, Lest I fail to reach the Golden-haired one! Araz, Araz, Khan Araz, Araz, that springs forth from Bingyol! I have fallen into your bosom; Do not carry [me] away step by step, O Araz! The deep river has turned into a sea, It has swept me away with it too. The poor girl thinks That my love for her has grown cold.