The fire of love has come to scorch my breast and will go on burning
The fire of love has come to scorch my breast and will go on burning;
My desolate mind has endured love’s pain and will go on yearning.
I fell in love with my Sultan: then separation crushed my soul;
The Friend put love’s fetters on my neck and will keep me in His thrall.
The faithful abide by His words; He looks differently on no one.
My eyes have come to gaze at the Friend’s face and will gaze on and on.
Longing has burnt my soul to ashes; the nightingale moans and cries–
Then, this poor little heart of mine is ripped out and begins its rise.
Yunus the lover says these words–his nightingales moan and lament;
His roses in the Friend’s garden come and go in their lovely scent.