Kurşuni [English translation]

This heart became like Kerbela*. Do i lose it?

It became my reason. Does live without you?

Do not say "It was just a mistake" never. Does it suit us?

It became my death. Does live this body without you?

I asked the one who lives.

I said " Tell me, what is the color of love?"

Said it is multi-colored,

And sometimes marbled.

I asked myself.

I said "Tell me the truth!"

Said " Its color is like night.

This love is dark gray...