I was exiled from your heart first All my exiles are in a way a duration 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 extend my worldly exile to me 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 extend my worldly exile to me How tired I get is not from my shoes but from my feet It is obvious Lamps are crooked Mirrors are scorpion angels Time is the last dream of a distorted horse A house is not an inheritance but the 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 raises like a monument to humanity Beloved, most beloved O beloved Do not extend my worldly exile to me In all my poems, it's you I said Suna, it's you If I said Leyla, it's you I used your images to hide you Salome's and Belkıs's It was in vain my trying to hide you, you are so obvious, you are obvious Birds fly to imitate your heart It plucks spring flowers from your hands The sea takes them from your eyes The news of eternity O the softest, deepest of hearts Beloved Most beloved O beloved Don't prolong my worldly exile In all my poems, it's you I said Suna, it's you If I said Leyla, it's you I used the images of Salome and Belkis To hide you, you are so obvious, you are obvious Birds fly to imitate your heart, pick spring flowers from your hands The sea takes from your eyes The news of eternity O the softest, deepest of hearts Beloved Most beloved O beloved Don't prolong 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 You were the shadow of the unique lamp that illuminated my night Always in Kanlıca and Emirgan, in the leaden dawns of Kandilli I kept talking to you in the spring and summer of a life Now in its sudden autumn I came to you, I came to fall at your feet I came to ask for forgiveness even though I am not worthy of forgiveness O contemporary Jerusalem (Mary) O Egypt (Züleyha) who carries your secret in your heart The heart of mercy that grants softness to silks Beloved Most beloved O beloved Do not extend my worldly exile I saw the fall of mountains in a Venus glass I was sold like a slave in the bazaar market I saw the sun turn yellow On the wall of Constantine I burned with your dreams around your dreams You were a shadow in the reflecting fountain of eternal water At this moment the thought of death surrounds me In the fear of unpaid accounts I came to you and come to prostrate at your feet I came to beg forgiveness Even though I am not worthy of forgiveness Dear Most beloved O beloved Do not extend my worldly exile Years passed, the plough left negative traces in the soil I reached out to the stars and always asked about you in the middle of the night In the attics and basements You were a shadow and the unique lamp that illuminated my night Always in Kanlıca and Emirgan in the leaden dawns of Kandilli I kept talking to you in the spring and summer of a life Now in its sudden autumn I came to you and came to prostrate at your feet I came to beg forgiveness Even though I am not worthy of forgiveness O contemporary Jerusalem (Mary) O Egypt (Züleyha), who carries your secret in your heart O who grants softness to silks heart of mercy Beloved Most beloved O beloved Don't extend my worldly exile I saw the mountains fall in a Venus glass I was sold like a slave in the bazaar market I saw the sun turn yellow On the wall of Constantine I burned with your dreams around your dreams You were a shadow in the spring of eternal water that kept reflecting At this moment the thought of death surrounds me In the fear of unpaid accounts I came to you to fall at your feet I came to beg for forgiveness Even though I am not worthy of forgiveness Beloved Most beloved O beloved Don't extend my worldly exile What news is there from the birds in your country There is a spring rising even from graves What can be gained from the executioner of love Since there is a lover There is a Being beyond nothing and existence It is not always my fault There is a look that burns and destroys me There are verses to be sung and admired for that song Don't ever say fate There is a fate above fate Whatever they do, there is a decision coming from empty skies What happens if the sun sets There is an architect who repairs the night If I am burned, there is a fortress built from my ashes Defeat, defeat is a growing victory You have the key to unlocking the secret of secrets There is a vein in your chest that calls back its exile. I will not lose hope in you. There is a plane tree in your heart called mercy. My dearest, dearest. Oh beloved.