Kara Sevda
Özlem Tekin
Black Love
In the sky, fifty stars are clear, even fifty are evident
The hidden love is evident from the eyes of the one suffering
Black love is evident from the eyes of the one suffering
In its nest, the troubled bird has neither water nor food
Meeting my beauty happens once in a blue moon
The sun rises from the east, but my beloved comes from the corner
It has taken its color from the rose and its scent from the violet
Pray, my beloved, let's turn into birds and fly away
Let's escape from here, where there's so much love and longing
