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O, the sad songs of the dervish ring clear,In the silence of night, where the secrets appear.Weeping for union, burning in grace,Seeking the light of a hidden face.A reed flute is crying, a soul is in flight,Turning through shadows toward the Infinite Light.

The marketplace wanders, but I stand quite still,Bent like an 'Alif' by the weight of His will.The world is a tavern where wine turns to salt,I find my own healing in every fault.Don't ask for my name or the place I was born,I am the rose that was lost to the thorn. DerviЕџ AcД±klД± ЕћarkД±lar

The threshold is worn, the heart is a ruin,I’ve traded my silk for a cloak of dust.Each breath is a sigh that seeks the Beloved,Each step is a path where the ego must rust.They call me a stranger in my own native land,With a cup that is empty, and truth in my hand. O, the sad songs of the dervish ring