NOTE: 48

The green place—you are in the garden, You dance in the midst of the round-dance. Gliding like a partridge, You burn [with longing] the hearts of the boys. The red wine [is] in the cup, I am taken with longing for you. When will the girls grow warm [with passion]?— During the fast of Vardavar. —Hay! I said it, she said it, The red wine is in the cup. When will the boys perish [of desire]?— During the fast of the weaning of the calves [*Hortat‘ogh*]. —Pretty girl, you have grace, You have the charm of a *shah-zada* [prince]. May I be [sacrificed] for the *shah-zada*’s head, In my soul, you are beloved.