These lustrous places of pleasure and shine,
Are awaiting the arrival of me,
And I want to capture them with my eyes,
To learn and enjoy from their lit beauty.

Ey Devlet-i Aliye Osman'ın şairleri!
Sultanlar geldi gitti, ama sözünüz kaldı.

Ne hoş, ne şirin inceler döktünüz aleme,
Ne uzun ne uzak seneler geçmiş yazalı.

Gözüm bir divan görür, canım bir derya görür,
Gözüm baktı, okudu, canım sadece daldı.

Where does the canvas lie,
What does the paint conceal,
While deceiving my eye,
Swapping the false and real?

The harshness of mental illness,
Who's the soul's hidden polisher,
And the soul's hidden nourisher,
Rewards with Faith and steadiness.

So much happens in that pale moonlight,
In which the bright moon combs her golden-hair,
(inspiration lost)
In which some people fall into despair.

Walks at
nocturnal times
in the light of lampposts
trough out the beautiful city
to chill.

My ears befriended the jackals of the streets,
And winsome naive angels made of sweets.

The debris of the broken buildings told much,
These places where no moonlight nor sunlight meets.

Look my dear friend, at the cheek of the night sky,
For eyes delights, by the homeless used as sheets.

Last night she blew the cherry-blossoms at me,
Who flew through the labels of race, tones and creeds.

Mahi, everyone seeks for the beloved,
But who is willing to get off golden-seats?