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Yıldız yıldızı bekler

Tekne gemi bu hayat

Talih fani bir kader

Olsam zamana çıra

Yare öderdim kira

İsim resim ve mevsim

Aşk hatıra ve sıra

Çocuk bebektir büyür

Beşik mezara yürür

Her gün O’na dönecek

Ahret vakti o gündür

- İngilizce / English -

TO A BELOVED ONE

I was fooled by my lover's looks

I loved her name too in all her books

So ineffaceable were her jokes

Our seasons passed by, we were content

I thought, this love of mine would never be spent

Damn the seasons, they must be the enemies

You see, neither today nor tomorrow, ever agrees

To me, she did glow like a lamp and she was really bright

She was my rare beauty, during the day or at night!

Out of sight, where is she now?

What is left in me of her presence, and of her delight?

I wish our memories were live

We could then mock cruel time and still survive

Let them keep beating in your heart and mind, all free

Just, don't let the ocean waves of recall, wipe them out of your memory!

Let your memories arrest and lock up the cruel time

Time only makes up with the youth for its eternal crime

That is when a lover is in a true love found in a good clime

May such a day be yours and mine!

With a kiss of new life from up above as the sign!

And a loaf of bread from someone very far

And with a door ajar, a lover must wait for a rising star

A lover is like a boat or a ship sailing to an untold harbor at sea

Fortune is a lover's mortal fate, I am so glad it is yet to be!

If I were to time a torch to relight, and uncover

I would burn forever to bring back my true lover

A name, a picture, and a season to smile

That is love in our memory like one soulful file

A child is a baby that grows up brave

Sad, that child too, will outgrow the cradle and end up in a grave

We will return to God what has piled up in our life every day

So, I hope that a good time in afterlife, may begin on just such a day!