your sun-face

Your sun-face is a mirror of the soul
I know
An image of both worlds is found within
I know

The artist who could paint one point
on the circle of your beauty
Would be famed as a master in this world
I know

Your glance says, “I will lay waste to the city
of your heart!”
This is a royal order from the Sultan
I know

I can’t understand the deceits of your eye
and brow
One is sedition, the other disaster
I know

You’ve recognized your slaves with the favor
of torment
But it’s been long since you’ve thought of me
I know

Oh sufi, who sees goodness in your hypocrisy
Abandon such thoughts, it slanders the faith
I know

Oh Sheyhi, you need the garden, the beloved,
wine and the saz
All that’s left is the life of this moment –
grief and sadness
I know.




I opened my eyes from sleep, and suddenly
raised my head
There I saw the moon-face of the love-thief,

My star of good luck had risen-I was thus
When in my chamber I saw this Jupiter rise
to the evening sky

I opened, then closed my eyes, but he had
vanished from my sight
All I know of him-he was an angel
or a fairy

Now she knows the water of life,
For she has seen that visible Alexander
in the eternal dark of night…

Mihri Hatun

in the ruins

Outside-monuments, civilizations,
lie collapsed, destroyed

Logic drowns in a whirlpool of distractions
And the pleasure of absolute freedom
is found only in madness

Oh devout one, don’t wonder vainly through the mosque,
hunting God’s blessing
This divine gift is found only in the wine-house

Let the nightingale abandon its claims, in its heart
there is no true sacrifice
The only trace of love found is in the burning
destruction of the moth

I revealed my heart’s agony, my truth,
and that infidel smiled
“Now what’s happened to Esrar?” she said,
“He’s reciting crazy tales, these poems!”

Esrar Dede