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Come, pour your wine...
Proclaim our close fraternal ties,
Toast-master, do your duty! –
«There stands, delighting mankind's eyes,
Your Union clothed in beauty!
Her right, a hymn, our homeland heard,
To love with which she bore us!
For each of us is like a word
To blend in one great chorus.
So, love, come tread a path to love,
Let summits' troth be plighted.
Let us, like dawn's bright rays above,
Be swords, as one united.
Let hearts be bowls to overrun
With sacred aspiration –
Come, pour your wine, Tajikistan,
To lend us inspiration!»
Our muses' words are on the wing,
With them we sing together,
«Our Union is a lovely thing
That shall live on forever!»
The Moon's clear arc shines thro' the mist,
Against the dark she sallies.
Come toast in juice the sun has kissed,
In wine of Tajik valleys.
1949
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