Now hear this, lovers, my friends:
Love is a precious thing;
It doesn’t grace everyone.
Love is a decorous thing.
It makes ash heaps out of hills,
Into hearts it blazes trails,
Turns sultans into vassals—
Love is a courageous thing.
The man struck by love’s arrow
First feels no pain nor sorrow,
But then weeps and screams with woe:
Love is a torturous thing.
It makes the seas rage and boil,
Throws huge waves into turmoil,
And makes rocks speak from the soil:
Love is a vigorous thing.
Mystic Yunus is helpless;
No one fells for his distress.
His feast is the Friends’s caress:
Love is a delicious thing.
İşidin ey yârenler
Kıymetli nesnedir aşk
Değmelere bitinmez
Hürmetli nesnedir aşk
Dağa düşer kül eyler
Gönüllere yol eyler
Sultanları kul eyler
Hikmetli nesnedir aşk
Kime kim vurdu ok
Gussa ile kaygu yok
Feryad ile âhı çok
Firkatli nesnedir aşk
Denizleri kaynatır
Mevce gelir oynatır
Kayaları söyletir
Kuvvetli nesnedir aşk
Miskin Yunus neylesin
Derdin kime söylesin
Varsın dostu toylasın
Lezzetli nesnedir aşk