Çeviriİşkence gören kalbim yine işe yaramaz bir şekilde göğsüne sığındı
Translation: Condemned to live sad Is he who loves much. You, my heart, never withstood The love that the pain inflames. Again my tortured heart Sought shelter in thy breast, uselessly; No one will console the burning thirst Nor is it is satisfied with the delights of passion. And always, for any act, There is a price of suffering, Until the sweetness of the last touch Eventually dies in regret. And like the bodies snared One day everything goes and there is only loneliness. Perhaps will there be someone to kill the fire of this damned passion? I know love is a sin So I also cursed the heavens that I was tied for life to one who deceived me Love never failed me With tenderness and embraces But freed my longings, Never such remembered. And always, for any act, There is a price of suffering, Until the sweetness of the last touch Eventually dies in regret. And like the bodies snared One day everything goes and there is only loneliness. Perhaps will there be someone to kill the fire of