let me sing a bit
if you don't listen what can I do
let me go into the love-sea
I came to sink into ocean
I became familiar to God
no materials in my heart
rotating around your fire
I came to burn in it
I was scattered in the harvest of love
I was both sieved and kneaded
was boiled in the boiler
I came to the ground for beating
I am a simple servant of God
I'm one of the bad vessels
the nightinfale of the same society
I came to the ground for singing
I am Pir Sultan as you know
there are no faults in my words
deficiency is in myself
I came to stand in front of Him
let me sing a bit
if you don't listen what can I do
let me go into the love-sea
I came to sink into ocean
I was scattered in the harvest of love
I was both sieved and kneaded
was boiled in the boiler
I came to the ground for beating
I am Şah Hatayi myself
there are no faults in my words
deficiency is in myself
I came to stand in front of Him