Lovers Never Die
by Yunus Emre
God couldn’t be found
By this mind and thought
What kind of a wound is that
No ointment could be found
A cure could be found
For the trouble of the public
No cure for my trouble
Could be found
I wander around the seas
Without water
No ocean to satisfy me
Could be found
Hearts are sold
In the bazaar of Love
I sell my heart
No buyers could be found
They announce from the mosque
As Yunus has died
Only animals die
Lovers never
(Translated from Turkish by Serkan Engin)
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