For Years I Chased In My Mind

For years I chased in my mind, in my mind,
You gave after apologizing, but it was late.
Since the day I was born, I go step by step,
You laid the Atlas carpet in front of me, but it was late.

My sadness is playing the violin, the laws are acemkurdi,
I am in the desert of Karbala now, Huseyni,
I came to you, the situation was more than difficult,
You wrapped it by saying dressing, but it's late.

Life was a book, I read it by heart,
I'll go over some summaries, line by line in the notebook,
Require surgery, don't apply ointment in vain, Scalpel hit my wound, help but it's too late.

Know that he does not exist in the world, his wife, like him,
I didn't give a name for nothing, Mahperi, the king of kings,
Since the day I saw the opposite in the wells,
You used to worry about roses in the private garden, but it was late.

Kerem's story is only falling into the fire,
Kîl ü kalim alas, crossing the water from the mountains,
I was raw, I was raw, I was not lucky to be cooked,
You spent my money with love, but it's late.

No cards, no coffee, all in a caravan,
My grandmother's rosary does not answer me either,
Your last word is full of hope, I will not believe it,
No question, you exhausted the wisdom, but it's late.

I'll take over the world, get down from the glass mansions,
I was a checkmate, I was checkmate, I fell into eight squares,
I fly in the sky, riding a winged horse,
You asked my name, who are you, but it's late.