Yarap Bu Ne Derttir [English translation]

Oh God what pain is this which has no cure?

Oh friend what wound is this which has no medicine?

My strange heart doesn't get tired of love

It will go to it's lover on time and never come back again

A heart in love never gets tired of love

The fear of afterlife means nothing to it

This is a market of love and our souls are sold

If you sell this soul no-one would buy it

They wouldn't turn and look back

Again and again they give you advice

They colour their eyes with the world's wealth

The one in love died and they released him

He who dies is an animal, those in love never die

• Artist:Ali Asker