Whispers from the Tavern

At the stall of beauty, full of colorful flowers,

At the beauty of mountains, filled with bright sights,

Young love walks on rooftops like magic,

In the poet’s heart, a new song of love is born.

I thought you didn’t know much about joy,

That you didn’t enjoy life’s colors,

Maybe your life has seen few happy days,

Maybe your heart still carries old pain.

I thought you were used to many beautiful people,

That you liked fancy clothes and parties,

I thought your home was full of luxuries,

That you drank only from golden cups.

But you don’t know about true, selfless beauty,

You don’t know the meaning of real culture,

You live in a world full of nature’s colors,

Surrounded by the wonders of God’s creation.

You are like a light in the festival of colors,

You are beauty, love, and a little bit of madness,

You are like sweet wine that makes the heart spin,

You follow your heart and live freely.

People talk and rumors spread about you,

If someone gets close, they lose control,

Your heart is tangled in pride and desire,

And anyone who listens to you falls for you.

You don’t know what sin or good deeds are,

But your heart is still pure, innocent, and kind,

You don’t understand the pain of this world,

And you don’t know about lies or fake manners.

When someone tells you about a new life,

People call it a lie or a joke,

If it brings goodness, they insult it,

If it brings wealth, they say it's shameful.

But that new life is better than fake traditions,

It helps people forget their problems,

Life is full of pain and fear,

There is cheating, lying, and false love everywhere.

People think like they work in factories,

Their minds are full of noise and confusion,

Their thoughts are like traps and tricks,

Their imaginations are like shops selling fake feelings.

Some young people build towers,

Others run banks and businesses,

Beauty shows off in expensive cars,

And love is caught in lies and tricks.

Friendship is full of selfish goals,

People care only about their own needs,

Sins are common, and good deeds are rare,

Modesty is sold in the market, and honor is cheap.

Chastity is traded like cheap items,

Faith is sold for almost nothing,

Beauty and charm are all for sale,

Love has become mad and helpless.

Life is just a joke now,

Beauty is fake, and love is only a smile,

When I think of this, my heart feels heavy,

My eyes fill with tears, and I feel lost.

I gave up my culture and cried,

I offered my tears as a gift,

I begged for mercy and asked for help,

If you care for me, take me back with you.

If I still have breath, take it,

If you truly love me, accept me as your time,

Even give me the leftover wine,

Wash away my pain with sweet water.

Tie my pain into cloth,

Or fill my broken heart into a pot,

Color me with the sunset of these mountains,

Wrap me in your love like a bridge.

I will sacrifice myself for your black eyes,

In the mountains, let me disappear,

Colors from the tavern rise up to the sky,

People sing, and the sky listens.

Let the flowers spread their fragrance,

Let the night shine with stars,

Come bring the colors of spring,

Come with lights and happiness.

Let broken hearts dance again,

Let souls rise and sing,

Let love change our hearts and our world,

Let good thoughts fly to the sky.

Let’s break bad habits,

Let’s become better people,

When the bride arrives, the light will shine,

Come, let’s celebrate in the sky.

Let the colors from the tavern rise,

Let us sing and become joyful,

Let’s forget our pain and dance,

Let the sky be full of color and song.