Does Dost ever separate from his friend?

Your love found,
Confused,
Always crying,
Life is branding,
Şol Şems-i Şuarâ,
Each string,
To the only Half in your heart,
Every tittle,
A wound that opened love.

From Dost Dost,
Does it ever separate?
O Lord!
There is no friend than Sen.

My eyes,
I always miss,
My right words,
Look, my eyes,
Call the angel!

From Dost Dost,
Does it ever separate?
O Lord!
There is no friend than Sen.

Birdman Father Yunus Kokan

Reviews

[JayG]

A fine demonstration of why poetry written in one language usually doesn't work in another.