as to my despair
I walk straight to the door
And enter into another one
As I wash my body
I prepare myself for an important call.
The moment I start to whisper great words
My soul finds tranquility.
As the smell of Murat Pasha’s walls
For that is my favorite place to be
Be that for happiness or despair.
So they are,
My talks with Him.
I cannot say any words more
I even feel ashamed of taking courage
Reciting these lines
For His words are the best ones
As I turn my face once in the right and then in the left side
I complete my mission.
My despair is no longer mine
And it will never go away when shared with people
So, i call
Five times per day.