Of the Love World Şiiri - Harun Tokucu

Poor people of the Love World.

Far from the city of respect
Victim of flighty dreams
Like a meal of pleasure..

Go, no one can hold you
A fast-running horse
Foam at the mouth, the distance is rare
Like rotten waste..

The arrogant one
The wise man in the boat
You keep quiet, don't talk
The minds are very scattered

What state or ignorance is this
The end of life is a sign
Virtue to you, resentful
On the page of your deeds...