Forgive Me Şiiri - Mehmet Mustafa Gündüz

Drunk with your love, my mind
turned to a bird and flew.
Every single word I spoke
was a crime I never knew.

Your heart and lips never once
told me to “come to me,”
Yet your dream, your shadow still
never abandoned me.

I, the faithful servant of love,
could not leave you.
Love was the greatest secret,
I could not comprehend it.

Grant me your forgiveness, please—
oh please, forgive me yet;
Then love me if you want to,
or if you wish, destroy me instead.

You were a living poem,
I wrote you into my lines.
But I realized, instead of writing ‘you’,
I had written my own ending.

You left in such a way that
farewell had lost its name.
This was what I deserved;
your absence was my blame.

As if your sorrowed heart took form,
And blew the Trumpet full of pain,
Every fragment of my being trembled,
As though it gave its soul away.

Grant me your forgiveness, please—
oh please, forgive me yet;
Then love me if you want to,
or if you wish, destroy me instead.