What that murderous cruel have done
Makes me wretched like the invisible
nightingale
Stones fell on me like rain
A flip of a friend tear me into pieces
I learnt who are the friends and enemies
on my black day
I had ten troubles now I have fifty
I am put on the death order
Let them hang or shoot me
I am Pir Sultan Abdal, whose soul can’t
rise into the air
Only if god commands, the rain shall
start
The stones of the strangers never fell
on me
But the rose of a friend hurts me
The soldiers lying at the bottom or
at the top
Come and take me from the hands of trouble
Where can I go alone?
The trouble had always found me where
I went
He worshipped with me
He lied and deceitfully smiled at me
He became the naked sword and appeared
in the front
He made me torn into pieces
The whirlwind above us, is like the
winter
Like the bird in the baby-falcon’s handle
Like a dream, vision in the early morning
Making me cry, the trouble has taken
me
I am Pir Sultan Abdal, my soul is ill
I cannot tell the one that my soul is
mourning
I don’t know if it’s a mad or an expert
Made me fall into this love
I, be the traveler and travel around
this world
The sun came down but still I cannot
find a friend
I read and write in own anxieties
The sun came down but still I cannot
find a friend
I can’t even move my hands from my knees
I don’t know if it’s the effect or it’s
myself
I poured my bloody tears from my eyes
The sun came down but still I cannot
find a friend
The ring of this world is wrong
I pity for my life that has passed
I’m worn out and can’t live in conformity
The sun came down, but still I cannot
find a friend
I, Pir Sultan, shall better dive into
the ocean
The ones that went never returned back
I became an abdal and wore hair clothes
sometimes
The sun came down but still I cannot
find a friend