66. Sone (Bu muhabbet önceden yapılmış ama çeviriden çeviriye ne kadar fark var.)
Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right
“This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill—the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill—you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. Remember: all I’m offering is the truth. Nothing more.”
The Matrix
sufi
Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi says...
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you, don't go back to sleep!
You must ask for what you really want, don't go back to sleep!
People are going back and forth across the doorsill, the door is round and open,
don't go back to sleep!
I would love to kiss you, the price of kissing is your life.
Now, my loving is
Cahit Zarifoğlu
"Neyi arıyorsan sen, O' sundur" der Mevlana.. Zulmün peşindeysen zalimsin, aşkı arıyorsan aşık...
youtu.be/FxYw0XPEoKE Whitney Houston - I Have Nothing