Sen Yanma Diye [English translation]

I am a rotten wand

Sorrow has led me to the dungeons

I am a crucified Jesus

Sorrow has restrained me with nails

I have seen the Pir Sultan, too

Love has made me hung from the gallow tree

I have seen the Haji Bektash on the rural area

Love has made me a sage to a gazelle

To every fire, to every blaze

Love has made me a cinder

To these mountains, to these paths

Love has made me a dust

To every fire, to every blaze

Love has made me a cinder

To these mountains, to these paths

Love has made me a dust

I burn for love

I burn for the rose

For this fire not to fizzle out

Whom do I burn for

I burn for you

Lest you burn

I am a burnt bard

Sorrow has made me an ash to the fires

In the Karbala Desert, I am a Husayn

It has made me a servant for a drop of water

I have seen Yunus in the light

Love has made me a rose in his monastery

I have seen that Majnun on the run

Love has tricked me for a Layla

To every fire, to every blaze

Love has made me a cinder

To these mountains, to these paths

Love has made me a dust

To every fire, to every blaze

Love has made me a cinder

To these mountains, to these paths

Love has made me a dust

I burn for love

I burn for the rose

For this fire not to fizzle out

Whom do I burn for

I burn for you

Lest you burn