My son, my son, I have no wine. Zgine otoy, who got to this point. No, not the king’s intoxicating drinks - You can’t overcome the sin of both of you. The king, when he gets drunk, will forget the law. People will be without rights and without freedom. And the days of troubles suffer especially. Their shahrays are shameless. Give wine to that husband who is a wife, In whom the heart is weaker, it is powerless. In whom the spirit has smoldered, Whoever is blind and deaf due to pain. Vip in - and forget about grief, I will stand as far as the sea. We can’t feel the pain and torment And don’t lame your hands.
