Kodja Mustafa Pasha

Kodja Mustafa Pasha! Poor and distant Istanbul!
Since the conquest you're a devout believer, and needy,
Here live those who deem sorrow is pleasure.

I was with them all day in this lovely dream.
Our motherland and nation are inseparable twins.
Thus we alone have been seen, and have been heard.
The moral frame radiant for five centuries;
Death is near, so close.
Sun followed an April rain.
On such a day reality mingled with dreams.
Doomsday is on the scene, very near,
So nearthere's no dividing wall between,
One is a step away from the other,
Seeing the beloved beyond is certain.