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A Nightingale’s Song

| M. Fethullah Gulen | Issue 142 (Jul - Aug 2021)

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A Nightingale’s Song

With the fire of grief, ever burning inside,
This humble heart of mine cherishes you day and night.

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With its grief and worries plunging into sweet dreams,
My heart aches, O please, look at this servant once

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Seeing you—be it a dream—is the sweetest purpose
Your very state and attitude, more beautiful than angels

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Set your throne upon my heart, this time please let it happen
Those who subject us to eclipse, may God give their retribution

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No more trace in hearts, of the initial meaning and excitement
Time passing without you, no different than the longest night

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So many years have passed, since the sun’s setting
With gloom and hope, my heart has been palpitating

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Here I remained sitting… hoping “the beloved will reach!”
To wipe away the tears I shed, with a soft touch.

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Waiting all along, for this heart-grief to end,
The moment of awaited reunion, should not be wasted,

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“Keep hopeful, be expectant!” the voice inside me says,
May God protect what is in hand, from devilish eyes.

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Surely, one day the truth will take wing
Hang on tight to your hope, stop worrying.

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The final breath of time bears an air of spring,
As nightingales sing, songs of glad tidings!...


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