Desire for Spring

Abdurehim Ötkur
translated by Aziz Isa Elkun

The moth in the candle flame
Burns itself bravely
For your beautiful face my love
I would sacrifice myself. 

Once you came with a smile
The flower garden was filled with your love
Where have these days gone
Now I have become a wanderer. 

My hair grows long, a stick in my hand
My lightless eyes gaze down the road
If anyone met me now
They would be astonished.

I want to see your beautiful face once
Without placing my head at your feet
Will this suffering never end
Will this life pass in sorrow. 

Following Nawayi’s trail of misery
I see my beloved’s reflection in the wine
Holding a wine cup in my hand
I go from one wine shop to another.

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