Aleksa Santic Poems

And again my soul is dreaming all about you,
And my heart is bursting and longing for you,
And your infidelity is setting aside,
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When pearls of dew at night are strewn
On meadow flowers in early bloom,
My bosom starts a longing tune:
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Last night, returning from the warm hamam,
I passed by the garden of the old imam,
And lo, in the garden, in the shade of a jasmine,
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The vast blue deep
Is asleep;
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Stay here!… The sun that shines in a foreign place,
Will never warm you like the sun in your own;
The bread has a bitter taste there
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Every day so lovely, shining,
up and down, the Sultan's daughter
walked at evening by the water,
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