Come on Abbas, the time is up; You said evening, evening it’s become. Set up the locksmith table; So may it soothe our heartache. Let it be under the shade of this tree; Right by the edge of the pool. Send a message to the moon, so it rises; Let it appear as I desire. Strike the whip onto the magic rug, Show your control over distance And time. Gather the dust and scatter it to the wind, Go, Cahit decreed it as so; Fetch my first lover from Beşiktaş; I want to relive my youth so much..
Translated by: Mehmet Barın Erturan
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