👁️✨ P i r i m i. G ö r d ü m ✨👁️
🔥 Everyone understands the pain that accompanies death,
but genuine pain doesn’t live in the spirit,
nor in the air, nor in our lives,
nor on these terraces of billowing smoke.
The genuine pain that keeps everything awake
is a tiny, infinite burn
on the innocent eyes of other systems. 🔥
~Federico García Lorca
Bugün ben pirimi gördüm
Pirin esigi güldür gül
Egildim yüzümü sürdüm
Pir'in etegi güldür gül
Gülden terazi yaparlar
Gülü gül ile tartarlar
Gül alirlar gül satarlar
Çarsi pazari güldür gül
Gülden degirmeni döner
Nun ile gül ügünür
Akar arki döner arki
Bendi pinari güldür gül
Gel ha, gel ha, can
Hatayi dostun nefesi güldür
gül
Su öten garip bülbülün
Derdi figani güldür gül
Written by Fuat Talay & Mads Nordheim
Music by Fuat Talay & Mashti
Today I saw my pir
The pir's threshold is a rose,
a rose
I bent down and put my face on it
The pir's skirt is a rose,
a rose
They make scales from roses
They weigh roses with roses
They buy roses,
they sell roses
The bazaar is a rose,
a rose
The mill turns from roses
The rose whirls with Nun
The wheel of the stream turns
The spring of the dam is a rose,
a rose
Come, come, come, my soul
The breath of the friend
who made a mistake is a rose,
a rose
The strange nightingale that sings
The trouble of the lament is a rose,
a rose
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