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Beautiful Fatma

You’re the peace of the mind, have mercy (on me) so may God have mercy on you too
I’ve been sick for so long because of your brusqueness
How could you let me distracted while you are in such peace?
 
Be gracious beautiful Fatma
 
Oh, my queen! Love, tenderness, passion and the fire of infatuation
Came into life in my body parts to turn into ecstasy
Each one of them set its place inside my soul, and it’s holding now his sword and arrows
Stabbing and cutting wounds open in my bones
She possessed my mind with her beauty and she slammed the door of mercy on purpose
My queen, I would make my cheek a carpet of yearning to those feet of yours
And I would tell you “Fatma! Go, step on it, you’re the one who healed my body
Give orders, rule and don’t you ever be shy”
Oh, gorgeous, I would see you in front of me, while the guard goes blind
And the one who begrudges us will miss to notice us, and I am with you under the awnings of night
 

The Evening Sun

The evening sun is about to go down and my eyes filled with tears because of separation
It set her lines upon the horizon and when it went down, the one in love fell for his longing
Even birds warbled and trilled mourning upon leaves
 
Oh, sun of the evening, wait, don’t go down, and for God’s sake take it easy on me
You set me on fire and you make the heart dies of its yearning
Have mercy on me, I’m falling deeper for the beautiful one
 
In the golden valley where the face of the beautiful (shines) like a chandelier
And the polite servant serves drinks in concave glasses
Set the divans up and give us more, let us have fun this evening
Each one of us is holding his glass in his hand and enjoying the moment
And my heart wants the beautiful one and opens wide for him
 
I am all at your service, masters, what about you?
I am a slave that you bought with cheapest price