His amber cigarette holder smokes fiercely;
The humble courtiers were silent.
Surrounded by this majestic Khan.
There was silence in the courtroom,
All people respect it.
From Khan's gloomy face
I saw signs of worry and anger.
But the proud emperor was impatient;
With the wave, that a group of courtiers said
He bowed and left the golden palace.
He sat alone in the hall,
This makes breathing easier,
His forehead is getting worse.
Express your inner excitement clearly,
It's like a mirror in the bay.
Reflecting violent clouds.
What inspired that arrogant heart?
What's on his mind?
Is it going to war with Russia again?
Or do you want to pass the law on to Poland?
Is there a sea of blood burning in your heart?
Or did you find a conspiracy in the army?
Is he afraid of heroes in the mountains?
Or Genoa's scheming?
That's not true. Glory on the battlefield
He is tired of it; That powerful arm
He is tired. His idea
It has nothing to do with the war.
Is this another kind of rebellion?
Sneak into the harem from the sinful path,
Don't the concubines in the claustrophobic palace
Who gave his heart to the cult?
That's not true. Gilead's cowardly wives and concubines
I don't even have the courage to think so;
They are under strict and ruthless supervision,
Like a flower, blooming in melancholy silence;
In their boring days,
Never knew what cheating was.
Their beauty is safely
In the shadow of prison,
It's like an Arabian flower.
Parasitic in a glass greenhouse.
They kill time day after day—
Ah, the melancholy years are endless,
Look at your youth and love.
Before you know it, you drift with the flow.
For them, every day is so monotonous,
Every quarter of an hour is so slow.
In the harem, life is extremely lazy,
It rarely flashes the color of laughter.
Young concubines are listless,
I thought of some ways to get rid of my heart,
Instead of changing into gorgeous clothes,
Just playing some games and chatting.
Or walk together.
By the noisy fountain,
Hanging high on the clear water,
Strolling among the dense maple trees.
Fierce eunuchs followed,
If you want to avoid him, you must not;
His eyes and ears of supervision
Keep an eye on them.
With his unremitting efforts.
Establish an eternal order.
Khan's will is his only code;
Even the sacred teachings of the Koran,
It's not that strict.
He never wanted to attract attention,
Like a puppet, he suffered.
People's ridicule, accusations, hatred,
And insulting jokes,
Contempt, supplication, gentle sigh,
A look of fear, an angry complaint
He is familiar with a woman's character;
Whether you intend it or not,
Cunning, he knows everything.
Gentle eyes, tearful and wordless condemnation,
Has long been unable to arouse his sympathy,
Because he doesn't believe in it anymore.