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An incense-tree at our door, dear Gülüm, An incense-tree at your door, dear Gülüm. The incense-tree has borne fruit, dear Gülüm, My pretty, tiny sweetheart, dear Gülüm. An incense-tree at our door, A speckled nightingale perched upon it. It would come and go, swaying gently, Lulling the lovely sweetheart [to sleep]. An incense-tree at our door, A coral nightingale perched upon it. It would go and come, piping [its] flute, Brushing against the sweet beloved's arm. An incense-tree at our door, A golden nightingale perched upon it. It would have red apples plucked, It would have bright-hued flowers brought.