Many centuries ago, it was a tradition for men to go for a turkish bath from time to time. This was where men would gather in a relaxed ambience to exhange small talk. This area was called Hamam.
Then, one young man who was returning from the Hamam, passed by the garden of the city imam (Muslim Pastor), saw the daughter of the imam. Struck by her beauty, he wrote a poem which later made him a famous poet.
Here is my humble translation of the poem, hope you like it.
At dusk, while returning from the warmth of the Hamam,
I passed by the garden of the old city Imam.
There in the garden, Under the shade of the jasmine tree,
A pitcher in her hand stood beautiful Emina.
What Beauty! I could swear by Imam!
That even the sultan would not be…
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