It comes wandering around
Death, slowly, slowly
Pick a pen and write my sorrow down
My rose, slowly, slowly
My fire doesn't go off for a moment,
Love has become my homeland
My spring passed by like a fall
And my flood, slowly, slowly
My poor heart wriggles all the time now
My eyes don't see far anymore
My hands started to be
of no use, slowly, slowly
My loved one doesn't look this way
Does not move her eyebrows and eyelashes
My wings are broken and my arm
won't move slowly, slowly
You cannot trust in this world
Blood doesn't stop until you die
Oh, Mesleki1 the cruelty
will rise and not diminish, slowly, slowly
1. the poet of this poem, it is a tradition for the poet to mention his name (or nickname, mostly) in the last part of the poem as a signature.