O Creator of all loves,
have I not shut myself away for so long?
fearing I might spill as a single tear?
I was born a rosebud,
but I am no butterfly destined to die.
Yet know this—if it is your will,
I cannot bloom.
I swore never to shed my petals.
But what if they unfurl beyond my will?
I tremble at the nearing dawn!
You awaken the beast to give life,
and love, love, love spins wildly.
A sticky, feverish spring is coming—
know this, my heart is dying for you.
Nights are my companions, stars my confidants.
There is a reason behind my sleeplessness.
My body stands tall, but my head throbs in pain.
Some love to die before they are born,
Some are born lifeless.
But we—
We could neither be born nor die!
Who will lift the veil from my eyes?
Who will wipe my tears?
and ease autumn’s sorrow as it prepares for winter?
Look—does the ney ask the neyzen
How it should be played?
Sometimes fate, sometimes fortune…
A lifetime cannot be tied to a single reed
If the stem is not perfect.
A true love is one in a million!
Beril Yabar
