Emina by Alex Šantić
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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Hi Sarah! I just wanted to check back with you to make sure you are getting my reply to your comment. My notification button is on–I always reply so I hope you know I saw your comments. Thanks so much for being one of the sweetest people in the world! ❤
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I’m not always sweet! But thank you. All is now resolved as you’ll see with my comment on your post. 🙂
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No one is always sweet, but I say, appreciate it when it comes you’re way. Guess I’m one of the lucky ones!
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Many thanks for the reblogged! Wishing you happy Spring, Sarah! 😃
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Pleasure!
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This was definitely a worthy re-posting. Thanks for sharing it, Sarah.
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My pleasure, Shelley.
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Beautiful work. I haven’t been getting notifications of your posts, but I think I have in fixed.
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I hope so – I’ve missed you!
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