Lokman Painting

Are there any of you who know me?

I am the mystery that cannot be solved without experience!

Even if he does not remain, he who has not heard of my fame,

it is difficult to describe my identity.

nightingale sang in my tongue,

a rose kindled her soul

her heart an avalanche fell from the Taurus Mountains,

snow did not quench my fire.

Many were sultans, kings, shahs;

His fortune and fortune changed with me;

I smashed the crown and the throne;

I have unbelievable skills.

scholar ignorant when

oppressor when he was savage,

I made Selim zebun when I was Yavuz,

am the secret force that spoils every game.

I have produced tuberculosis on earth;

Lokman Hekim could not find a cure;

I burned Kerem to ashes for the original;

I am the ember from which Abraham was thrown.

The reason was some Leyla, some Şirin;

For my sake, lofty mountains were pierced;

My wrist strength was known with Ferhat;

The strength is mine, the power is mine, the fer is mine.

I have turned Rumi with my God,

I have calmed anger with my Jonah,

I have extinguished many furnaces with my sin,

I am from Mevla; no is mine, evil is mine.

Muhammad was created for me,

mercy was rained down for me,

in the word of the saints,

on the face of Anbiya.

am desolate, I have no affinity, I have no adversary,

have no invisible, no body, no picture,

do not grieve the tongue, there is only one syllable in my name,

I am the place called my shelter, the heart.