Recited by: Beyzade Erden Background Music: Suren Asaduryan & Reflections/ Tutam Yar Elinden. English: From the Land of Exile to the Capital of Capitals IV I was exiled from your heart first All my exiles are in a way a period of this exile Apart from all ceremonies, feasts, rituals and feasts I came to you and came to fall at your feet I came to ask for forgiveness Even though I am not worthy of forgiveness Do not prolong my worldly exile Tore the sun from spring Tore it from this most incurable of love Like a cloud of salt To my heart that scatters Oh do not prolong my worldly exile It is obvious not from my shoes How tired I get is from my feet Lamps are crooked Mirrors are scorpion angels Time is the last dream of a distorted horse A house is not an inheritance but a ghost of an inheritance O what my heart gave birth to, raised and suckled From bird feathers and bird's milk Nights and days it raised like a monument to humanity Beloved, most beloved O beloved Do not prolong my worldly exile In all my poems, it is you that I say Suna, it is you If I say Leyla, it is you I used your images to hide you I used the images of Salome and Belkıs It was in vain that I tried to hide you, you are so obvious, you are obvious Birds fly to imitate your heart English: The sea picks spring flowers from your hands The sea takes the news of eternity from your eyes O the softest, the deepest of hearts Beloved, The most beloved, O beloved, Do not extend my worldly exile Years passed, the plough left negative traces on the soil I reached out to the stars and always asked about you in the middle of the night In the attics and basements It was the unique lamp that illuminated my night Always in the leaden dawns of Kanlıca, Emirgan, Kandilli I chatted with you in the spring and summer of a life Now in its sudden autumn I came to you, came to fall at your feet I came to beg for forgiveness, even though I do not deserve forgiveness O contemporary Jerusalem (Mary) O Egypt (Züleyha), who carries your secret in her heart O heart of mercy, which grants softness to silks Beloved, The most beloved, O beloved, Do not extend my worldly exile I saw the mountains fall in a Venus glass I was sold like a slave in the bazaars market I saw the sun turn yellow on the wall of Constantine I burned with your dreams around your dreams You were the shadow in the reflecting spring of eternal water At this moment the thought of death surrounds me With the fear of unpaid accounts I came to you to fall at your feet I came to beg for forgiveness, even though I don't deserve forgiveness My dearest, most beloved O beloved Don't prolong my worldly exile What news is there from the birds in your country There is a spring that rises even from graves What can come of the executioner of love, since there is a lover There is an Existent beyond nothing and existing It's not always my fault There is an evil eye that burns and destroys me There are verses to be sung and emulated by that song Don't ever call it fate, there is a fate above fate Whatever they do, there is a decision that comes from empty skies What happens if the sun sets There is an architect who repairs the night If I'm burnt, there is a fortress built from my ashes There is a victory that grows with defeat You have the key to reaching the secret of secrets There is a vein in your chest that calls back its exile I don't lose hope in you There is a plane tree called mercy in your heart Dearest, most beloved O beloved