Ervah-ı Ezelde [English translation]

In the eternity of souls, with the pen that writes the fate, with the pen that writes the fate

They wrote my fate ill-starred

I know that they won't let me laugh, in this era of universe

They filled my each day with a hundreds of thousands of cries.

I know that they won't let me laugh, in this era of universe

They filled my each day with a hundreds of thousands of cries.

Those who love the earthly life aren't saints, they aren't dear to me

Those who leave the life aren't crazy

Mankind isn't exempt from the grief

Each of them has sadness written in the fate

Mankind isn't exempt from the grief

Each of them has sadness written in the fate

What is there at the end of this love? At the end?

Strangers roam in the city in which the one I love lives

Everybody gets his realm, his love

I don't know to which land they wrote our fate

Everybody gets his realm, his love

I don't know to which land they wrote our fate

I wish I could be lucky in this world

If I wave my hand to the one I love, how will they react?

I don't know if fate is just a bunch of coincidences

They wrote my fate to a cruel woman

I don't know if fate is just a bunch of coincidences

They wrote my fate to a cruel woman

Those who wrote the book of Layla and Majnun

Had written Sümmani1 to be thrown on the scrap heap

Those who wrote the book of Layla and Majnun

Had written Sümmani to be thrown on the scrap heap

1. The poet of this poem