Sahtijan (Chest)

I dreamed of my sahtijan drifting
Mighty waves smashed it on the cliffs
But couldn’t open it

I dreamed of my passing youth
My beloved went to another woman
And he is not aching

Now, murmur, green waves and tell him
That I cannot live without him
That I do not know without him

If you come across my sahtijan
Take it out and on the coast open it
In it is all the attire of mine
For him embroidered, for him beloved

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