Текст и перевод песни Himzo Polovina - Emina

Emina

Kapidžik otvori jer moga mi dina
Izvaliću direk i baglame tvrde
Pa neka se na me svi alimi srde
Jer za tobom delija umire, Emina

Sinoć kada se vraćah iz topla hamama
Prođoh pokraj bašče staroga imama
Kad tamo u bašči, u hladu jasmina
S ibrikom u ruci stajaše Emina

Ja joj nazvah Selam, jest, tako mi dina
Nešće ni da čuje lijepa Emina
Već u srebren ibrik zahvatila vode
Pa niz bašću đule zalijevati ode
Pa niz bašću đule zalijevati ode

S grana vjetar duhnu, pa niz pleći 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 dođe lijepa Emina
Samo me je jednom pogledala mrko
Al' haje alčak što za njome crkoh
Niti haje alčak što za njome crkoh

Ajši, ajša, jabaša
Konja jaše subaša
Ajši, ajša, jabaša
Konja jaše subaša

Po bašči se šeće, a plećima kreće
Ni hodžin mi zapis, ništa pomoć' neće
Ja kakva je pusta, moga mi imana
Stid je ne bi bilo da je kod Sultana
Stid je ne bi bilo da je kod Sultana

Umro stari pjesnik, umrla Emina
Ostala je pusta bašča od jasmina
Umro stari pjesnik, umrla Emina
Ostala je pusta bašča od jasmina

Salomljen je ibrik, uvelo je cvijeće
Pjesma o Emini nikad umrijet' neće
Salomljen je ibrik, uvelo je cvijeće
Pjesma o Emini nikad umrijet' neće

Emina

Doorkeeper, open up, for love of God
I will pull out a scepter and a stout club,
And let all the wise men rage at me,
For I am dying for you, Emina.

Yesterday, as I was returning from the warm baths,
I passed by the garden of the old Imam,
When there in the garden, in the shade of jasmine,
Emina stood with a jug in her hand.

I greeted her with "Peace," I swear,
But the fair Emina would not hear of it.
She dipped the silver jug into the water,
And went to water the quince trees in the garden.
And went to water the quince trees in the garden.

The wind blew through the branches and down her back,
Unraveling her thick braids.
Her hair smelled like blue hyacinths,
And my head swam with desire.

I almost stumbled, I swear,
But the fair Emina did not come to me.
She only looked at me once, darkly,
But no matter, I am dying for her.
No matter, I am dying for her.

My dear, my dear, my love,
The subashi rides his horse.
My dear, my dear, my love,
The subashi rides his horse.

She walks through the garden, her shoulders swaying,
Neither the holy man's prayer nor anything else will help me.
How I long for her, I swear,
She would be the shame of the Sultan.
She would be the shame of the Sultan.

The old poet is dead, and Emina is dead,
The garden of jasmine is deserted.
The old poet is dead, and Emina is dead,
The garden of jasmine is deserted.

The jug is broken, the flowers are wilted,
The song of Emina will never die.
The jug is broken, the flowers are wilted,
The song of Emina will never die.