There is no talented characterization for the grace on your eyes, br Nor is there equivalence in the kingdom of miraculous paradise br Every field of etymology becomes disabled in front of your glance; br What you have left as a trace over me is written in my own sense br The wind over my head is performing a hilarious and blissful dance br Nights are in pursuit of your shining star, br Whereas your absence is growing as a big scar br Heal my soul with your ever-sparkling presence; br Otherwise, my veins are drowned into the sea-lance br Even though the bard of all the poets struggle to create a phrase, br There only arise several anonymities and the thunderous maze br The origin of every word carries something from your very existence; br Besides, the lurking bodies' movement speaks of your nameless stance br Lo! The founder of the universe br Draw me a picture smelling of a wonderful verse br Your scent has turned into a palace of heaven screaming of hersbr br Okan Emanetbr br