Paroles et traduction Divanhana - Emina

Emina

Sinoc kada se vratih iz topla hamama
Prodjoh pokraj basce staroga imama
Kad tamo u basci, u hladu jasmina
S ibrikom u ruci stajase Emina
Ja joj nazvah Selam
Jes, tako mi dina
Nece ni da cuje lijepa Emina
Vec u srebrn ibrik zahvatila vode
Pa niz bastu djule zalijevati ode
S grana vjetar duhnu
Pa niz pleci puste
Rasplete joj one pletenice guste
Zamirisa kosa ko zumbuli plavi
A meni se krenu bururet u glavi
Zamal′ ne posrnuh, mojega mi dina
Ali mi ne dodje lijepa Emina
Samo me je jednom pogledala mrko
Niti haje alcak sto za njome crkoh
Ajsi, ajsa, jabasa
Konja jase subasa
Po basci se sece, a plecima krece
Ni hodzin mi zapis, nista pomoc nece
Ja kakva je pusta, moga mi imana
Stid je ne bi bilo da je kod Sultana
Umro stari pjesnik, umrla Emina
Ostala je pusta basca od jasmina
Salomljen je Ibrik, uvelo je cvijece
Pjesma o Emini nikad umrijet' nece

Emina

Yesterday when I returned from the warm hamam
I passed by the garden of the old imam
When there, in the garden, in the shade of the jasmine
With pitcher in hand stood Emina
I said "Hello" to her
Yes, by my religion
Beautiful Emina would not even listen
Instead, she filled a pitcher of silver with water
To water the roses in the garden
The wind blew through the branches
And down her bare shoulders
It unraveled her thick braids
Her hair smelled like blue hyacinth
And my mind started to spin
I almost fell, by my religion
But the beautiful Emina did not come to me
She only looked at me sharply once
She did not care that I was dying for her
My, oh my, how beautiful
The agha is riding his horse
She prances through the garden, and her shoulders move
Neither good advice nor magic will help
How cruel she is, by my faith
It would not be a shame if she were the Sultan's
The old poet has died, Emina is dead
The garden of jasmine is now desolate
The pitcher is broken, the flowers are withered
The song of Emina will never die