The night is from me, the moonlight is from you There is a garden of our love, We wander through it for seasons, it never ends. Who said that roses fade with time? Does the nightingale ever tire of its songs? You are charming, and I am youthful. What beautiful wisdom is this, oh Lord! Surely, we are not on earth; Truly, where are we, my beloved?
Translated by: Mehmet Barın Erturan
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