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Shamsuarov Kamil to Masguda
In white cups, I place sweet honey,
My samovar hums, warm and sunny.
My own sorrows I can bear with grace,
But a child's grief weighs heavy in place.
In white cups, I pour the honey sweet,
To heal my body, make it complete.
I sit and recite a Quran’s Surah low,
To calm my soul, let peace gently flow.
In white cups, I set the honey bright,
Sipping sweet tea, pure delight.
With every sip, I pray with cheer,
For a world where beauty draws near.
In white cups, I offer honey’s glow,
My children sip where sweet teas flow.
If years bring peace and health’s embrace,
They’ll live a life of beauty and grace.
In white cups, I place the honey fair,
My samovar sings, warming the air.
Masguda, my friend, will join for tea,
With bavyrsak, we’ll feast so merrily.
II version:
I pour honey into white teacups,
My samovar hums with a lively boil,
My own sorrows I can bear with grace,
But a child’s pain makes my heart recoil.
I pour honey into white teacups,
Wishing health to my body and soul,
I sit to recite a verse from the Qur’an,
Calming my spirit, making it whole.
I pour honey into white teacups,
Sweet tea brings joy to the sips I take,
After drinking, I offer prayers with cheer,
For beauty in the world’s boundless wake.
I pour honey into white teacups,
For my children to savor their tea,
If years bring them peace and good health,
They’ll live lives balanced and carefree.
I pour honey into white teacups,
The samovar glows, brightening the home,
My friend Masguda will come to share tea,
With bawyrsaq, we’ll savor the moment’s poem.
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