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WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS HEART (Hacı Bayram Veli) What happened to this heart, what happened to this heart My heart is filled with pain and sorrow My heart is burning, this heart is burning This heart found a cure in burning Burn, oh heart, burn, oh heart, burn The cure for your pain was created without burning Like a moth, like a moth My heart burned for your flame It actually burned for the truth It burned for the truth All of love was painted in its color It found it in itself, it found it in itself This heart found its desire pleasing Great love, great love Perhaps it will become the mighty throne The abode of the beloved, the abode of the beloved Is it strange if this heart of mine were here now It is the journey of God, the journey of God, For God is the glory of God In its mirror In its mirror This heart of mine has found the entrance to the liquid The poverty-stricken, the poverty-stricken Didn't those worlds say, The pride of the poor, the poverty-stricken, the pride of the poor? This heart of mine found it in destruction and annihilation Eid-al-Adha now Eid-al-Adha now You celebrate with my beloved now Praise and glory, praise and glory, My heart has celebrated with my beloved ------------------------------------------------ MY SOUL IS IN LOVE WITH YOU (Ali Ulvi Kurucu) My soul is in love with you, it admires you, My Master, Not only me, but the whole world is sacrificed for you, My Master. The heavens and the skies, the tablet of the pen, my enchanted gaze, He is the great Yazdan in love with your face, My Master. On the day of judgement even the prophets will ask for help from you, Mercy, to the worlds, who say, The Rahman, My Master. Your servant, O King of the Messenger, do not drive away from your door, Your grace to the rebels is a lofty decree, My Master. The sighs of the lovers rise to the heavens every night, The Quran is praising their morals, My Master. This heart of mine smokes like a censer with your love, Even heaven is separation for me without you, My Master. Rise to my heart, for a moment, O Light of the sorrowful, Your light is the cure for my heart's affliction, My Master. Sublime is your heart, the cry of the wounded lover is the whole fire of thirst, My Master.