Eki Attar

Good Horses
On the swift steed's head
Bridle and bit are rinkling-rinkling
Remembering the beloved above all
My heart is beating pit-a-pat

On my good bay horse's head
Saddle and rein are rinkling-rinkling
On my sweetheart's braid
Her braid ornament is swaying-swaying

Trotting up the river Khemchik
Such is the pace of the arched dun horse
Always coming when evening falls
Such is the habit of my young love

Trotting clip-clop clip-clop
It is the trot of my dark-bay horse
Always smiling softly
Such is the habit of my sweet friend

The silver bridle on my horse's head
Is it enviable, brother-in-law?
Your lambkin staying with me
Is she desirable, brother-in-law?

The golden saddle, rein, and bit
Are they enviable, brother-in-law?
Your precious staying with me
Is she desirable, brother-in-law?

On the shy colt's head
Bit and rings are rinkling-rinkling
On my young love's braid
Her braid ornament is swaying-swaying

I long to ride my skewbald horse
On whose flank a mark is branded
I long to meet the beloved girl
On whose fingers rings are stuck