Sozzled Verses Şiiri - Ketum Niyâzî

Everytime I feel that I'm deprived of any affection;
Unquestionably, I always aspire to be exposed of thy denegrated delicacy.

Desecration was my loyalty abducted by the ones who hath not affectionated me.
Fearfully, it was thingy wait to be the truth imminently...
What if I am not th' beloved offspring of this world's poltroon womb?

So, all th' contemplations hath been dreamt of wilst be deprived of his mirth.
The eternal odium of mine against unscathed spirits hath always been obloquy.

Hath seen so many unique countenances afortime;
Yet, none hath nev'r been so adamant at possessing the proclivity, which I had wished.
Thou; art th' wabbit lachrymal of my drunken agony.

Th' weakness which belongs to me,
Was the vindication of my troth for you;
Yet, it was of this sort which extinguished my candles in th' light of my paroxysm.