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37.

I went to the fields, I caught a quail, I saw a girl in the valley of the *yayla*, She was like a red apple. Quail, [upon] the stones of spring You made roses [bloom], quail! She was like a red apple. Quail, quail, quail, quail, Quail, [upon] the stones of spring You made roses [bloom], quail! The sun touched the mountains, The partridge flew to the stones, The quail stood upon the slope. Water comes bubbling forth, I placed the veil upon your head; Quail, you do not ask of my condition. Throw a stone into the flock of birds, Let [the quail] come and light upon your cheek; Set fire to the foreign thorn.