The beauties, took each other’s by the
hand, coming
Don’t you give me a greeting of god?
Did my god create you as ornaments?
Won’t you come when we want you to come
Your eyebrows are black like bows
Today is the world tomorrow is the other
world
Pleasing on heart is a hundred pilgrimages
Don’t you know how to please a heart?
I am Sümmani, my tongue is helpless
I may travel country to country myself
Tomorrow is the judgement day, I may
complain
Won’t you come to the place of the judgement
day?