18.01.2018
Beautiful Fatma
You’re the peace of the mind, have mercy (on me) so may God have mercy on you tooI’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