Haydar Haydar [English translation]

The cardigan of reproach,

I wore on my own.

The bottle of shame and honor,

I've knocked it to the stone, why would that concern anybody?

Sometimes I ascend to the sky,

I watch the world.

Sometimes I descend to the earth,

the world watches me.

Haydar, Haydar, the world watches me.

Sufis have forbidden,

the wine of love.

I found it myself, I will drink it.

The sin is mine, why would that concern anybody?

Haydar, Haydar, the sin is mine, why would that concern anybody?

So if they ask Nesimi:

“Are you okay with that wound?’’,

Doesn’t matter if I’m happy or not.

The wound is mine, why would that concern anybody?

Haydar, Haydar, the wound is mine, why would that concern anybody?