| Уйлыймын, уйлыймын, | I brood, I brood—my thoughts are swallows, circling dusk, |
| Һаман да уйлап, | Ceaselessly, my mind is a field where longing gathers dew, |
| Туймыймын, туймыймын. | I cannot drink my fill, nor taste contentment’s musk. |
| Сулар сулышка, | Waters draw breath—my chest a cove their silence passes through, |
| Сыймыймын, сыймыймын, | I do not fit, I do not fit, within the vessel of the day, |
| Көннәрем-төнем, | My nights, my days—one tapestry, unraveling and new, |
| Уйлыймын, уйлыймын. | And still I brood, I brood, as moonlight stains the gray. |
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| Башка ярны уйлама да, | Do not let your mind stray to another’s distant strand, |
| Бәхетем минем, ятны тыңлама да, | O my felicity, heed not the voices of passing guests, |
| Җанымны минем, син, сызлатма да, | Wound not my soul, I beg you—do not scorch what love has planned, |
| Син минем йөрәгемне, | For you are the burning center—the heart in my chest, |
| Ярала, яралама… | Strike if you must—but spare me, do not let the wound expand… |
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| Бирмәмен, бирмәмен, | I shall not yield, I shall not yield, my soul to alien hands, |
| Ятларга җаным. | My heart is not for strangers, nor my longing to command. |
| Көтәмен, көтәмен, | I wait, I wait—like branches trembling for the rain, |
| Килер дип, тагын. | Believing you will come, as dawn returns to land. |
| Түзәмен, түзәмен, | I endure, I endure—the patience of autumn grain, |
| Бәхетем минем, | My happiness— |
| Көтәмен, көтәмен. | I wait, I wait, though silence crowds the lane. |
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| Башка ярны уйлама да, | Let not your mind wander to another’s distant shore, |
| Бәхетем минем, ятны тыңлама да, | My happiness—trust not the whispers of the world’s parade, |
| Җанымны минем, син, сызлатма да, | Do not let my soul throb with that familiar ache once more, |
| Син минем йөрәгемне, | You are the core of my heart, the source of every shade, |
| Ярала, яралама… | Wound if you must—but spare me, let no new sorrow be made… |