Minnet Eylemem

I don’t owe gratitude to the rose that blooms in the garden
I don’t know Arabic or Persian, so I don’t owe gratitude to the language
I keep my eyes on the straight path, watching for mercy
I don’t owe gratitude to the path laid out by the oppressor
I don’t owe gratitude to the path laid out by the oppressor
I’ve fallen into a strange pain, while everyone else goes to their own
Today I found my place, tomorrow’s grace is mine
I have no desire for the riches of this world
The one who provides my sustenance is God, I don’t owe gratitude to anyone
Oh Nesimi, my dear Nesimi, be generous while you can
Tomorrow, may my intercessions be with the chosen one
The one who provides for everyone, be generous and concealing
I don’t owe gratitude to the lord of the earth.