I'm a love closer to one's life source
Flowing on in drops
Filled from the void night and day
Somewhat thirsty and tired
Troubled in its own skin, distressed from the dream
Hanging in the emptiness like a bird, unknown
It's neither at the hands of the know-it-all doctor (Lokman) nor in you
It's neither in the musical instruments nor in the lyrics
It's neither in the sky nor in the deserts
It's neither in the reed flutes nor at the alehouse
From this infinity to another one
I'm a guest, only a guest
It's unknown who am I or whom am I with
We accepted this delight as life
Since we came on earth
We are circling like flying moths, unknown
It's neither at the hands of the know-it-all doctor (Lokman) nor in you
It's neither in the musical instruments nor in the lyrics
It's neither in the sky nor in the deserts
It's neither in the reed flutes nor at the alehouse